Two-faced President, So Hard to Placate (63)

Another imposing old man with a huge belly glared fiercely at the others:

"Yeah. If anyone dares cause trouble today, I, Old Huang, will be the first to deal with him."

When Zhang Jingyu entered the meeting hall, it fell utterly silent.

When he took his seat at the head of the table, the people standing in two rows simultaneously bowed at the waist, bending a full ninety degrees in respect. "Good day, President!"

Zhang Jingyu: "..." He had never seen them so orderly and respectful before.

When he said nothing, the old man at the front shot the others a meaningful glance.

Everyone bent even lower, lowered their heads further, and became even more respectful.

"Thank you for your hard work, President!!"

Butler Lu, standing behind the young master: "..."

What had happened?

Or was this their new strategy?

Zhang Jingyu knew something was wrong, but his expression remained unchanged as he raised a hand. "Take your seats!"

"Thank you, President!"

Everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief and cautiously crept back to their seats.

They still did not dare sit properly, only perching on the edges of their chairs.

Their backs were ramrod straight.

Zhang Jingyu swept his gaze over everyone. "Today is the triennial election..."

He had barely begun when the old man at the front suddenly stood up and declared forcefully:

"Under the President's leadership, our foreign firms, docks, textile mills, spinning mills, match factories, and so on have all been flourishing these past two years. Therefore, I vote for you to continue as Chamber of Commerce President!"

"I also vote for President Zhang."

"My vote goes to you as well."

"Mine too."

Butler Lu's hand was still resting near the waistband at the back of his trousers, and the guarded look had not yet left