Chapter 920 Let The World Know Your Disgusting Relationship (18)

The microphone was directed at Ji Mingyue, who was sitting in the center, and she smiled as she faced the reporter's flashlight.

Ji Chicheng was sitting on her left, with his legs crossed, his hands crossed on his thighs, his body leaning against the back of the chair, his head tilted slightly.

Lazy and casual, calm and calm.

It formed a sharp contrast with Ji Mingyue who was a little nervous beside him.

There are still people coming in, including the media, and J.C's senior management with the right to speak.

"Mingyue, it's almost time."

An old man a few places away from Ji Mingyue reminded Ji Mingyue in a low voice.

This press conference was held by Ji Chicheng in the name of Ji Mingyue, otherwise, these old shareholders who still have some feudal thoughts would not have come.

Because in their minds, Ji Chicheng was an unfilial son who robbed his niece and daughter-in-law and angered his old father to death, and was a heinous devil.

So from what they have, they just discuss with Ji Mingyue.

Ji Mingyue glanced down at her watch, and it was less than two minutes before nine o'clock, and the press conference was scheduled to start on time at nine o'clock.

Nervous, she let out a breath, then looked up and smiled into the flash.

She had light makeup on her face, and in order to make her look more aura and authoritative, the makeup artist put on dark red lipstick on her.

With long hair and a small black and white suit, he looks very capable.

"Thank you everyone..."

After relieving her tension, Ji Mingyue spoke, but the microphone was a little far away, and her voice wasn't amplified enough on the stereo.

Just as she was about to reach out and move the microphone a little closer, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind, picked up the microphone in front of her, and moved a little closer to her.

It was Wu Qingsong who Ji Chicheng arranged to sit behind her.

"Thank you." Ji Mingyue raised her face and thanked Wu Qingsong.

Wu Qingsong bent her lips and smiled at her, honest and sincere, full of encouragement, which made Ji Mingyue feel at ease.

She took a deep breath, pursed her lips tightly, then turned around, continued to speak into the microphone, and said loudly: "Thank you all the media and directors for coming to this press conference."

As soon as Ji Mingyue opened her mouth, the reporters pressed the shutter faster, and there was a burst of 'clicking' sound from the audience.

Immediately afterwards, the reporters asked anxious questions.

"Is there any important thing to announce in your company's sudden press conference?"

"Why don't you see J.C's president Ji Jingfeng?"

"Will he attend the press conference?"

"Yuesen Char, the top manager of ColourWorld in Country Y, has become one of J.C's major shareholders. Is this true?"

"..."

One question after another.

Finally, when they asked about Charles and J.C's shares, the faces of Ji Chicheng and Ji Mingyue turned cold at the same time.

A trace of deep hatred flashed across Ji Mingyue's eyes, she straightened her waist, and snorted coldly into the microphone, "Hmph, our J.C will definitely crack down on those illegal elements who seek benefits from our J.C through improper means, and it is impossible would make a foreigner our shareholder."

She gritted her teeth, eyes full of resentment.

Another reporter asked a question.

"Isn't Mr. Ji not coming to the press conference today because he was severely injured yesterday at Chairman Hai Ruixin's celebration banquet?"

Ji Mingyue replied calmly: "He doesn't need to attend today's press conference."