Li Changyuan confidently opened the PowerPoint.
A giant close-up of Zhou Jingcheng instantly popped up, his wonton-wrapper photoshoot filling the entire wall-sized screen.
The crowd immediately erupted.
"The film industry? Future landscape?"
"Since when did business presentations rely on looks? What's with putting up photos?"
"Isn't that President Zhou's photo? Li Changyuan is borrowing his face too?"
"Holy crap, a rabid fan!"
Everyone turned in unison to look at Zhou Jingcheng.
Zhou Jingcheng blinked, then blinked again.
It really was a blockbuster?
Oh my god, Shi Xiaohan had finally been kind to himself for once!
Li Changyuan panicked. How could this have happened? He hurriedly hit fast-forward. "Mistake, mistake! The important part is next!"
Then the important part arrived. A line of text popped up, taking up the entire photo while somehow leaving that face unobstructed:
Zhou Jingcheng, handsome!
Li Changyuan: !!!
The crowd chattered away.
"Using public funds to chase a celebrity here?"
"A bold confession?"
"Fuck, how tacky!"
Zhou Jingcheng froze for a few seconds, then poked Shi Jihan and asked softly, "Really?"
Being praised in public was so embarrassing.
[Ding, task "Make the business value of the symposium be denied" completed. Reward: Malice Points +23.]
Shi Jihan grinned. [That task was a piece of cake.]
A business symposium had turned into a close-up photo-sharing session in seconds. How was that not a depreciation of business value?
Cold sweat instantly broke out on Li Changyuan's forehead. Under the gaze of the State Administration of Radio and Television and all the industry big shots, he wanted to die. Wasn't this Zhou Jingcheng's speech? Where were the arguments? The insights? The stance?!
His business career was about to become thinner than a wonton wrapper!
Li Changyuan dashed over, snatched the laptop from the secretary's hands, and frantically mashed