Pan Weixiang came to the oval conference table and smiled calmly at everyone. He pressed his hands down, and the applause immediately stopped, and everyone sat down.

The secretary bent over and walked over, opened the microphone in front of him, and then bent over and retreated to the side, looking respectful.

Pan Weixiang was dressed very carefully today, wearing a straight blue suit, handsome and solemn, and every move showed his personality in controlling the overall situation. Pan Weihao is dead, and there is no suspense that the Pan family's commercial aircraft carrier falls into his hands. This shareholders' meeting has become his coronation ceremony.

He coughed twice and said loudly: "Thank you for your love and trust in Weixiang. My father is busy with political affairs and handed over the group affairs to me. Since he has entrusted important tasks, I feel a great responsibility and dare not neglect at all. Fortunately, with your strong help, I believe that with our joint efforts, Mingsheng Technology will become more and more brilliant.

The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Some people are destined to bear more responsibilities and missions. It is obvious that I am such a person. To be honest, I don’t feel much joy, but I feel a little regretful.”

As he said that, he lowered his head, took off his glasses, and wiped the lenses silently.

Everyone showed surprise on their faces, not knowing where the regret he was talking about came from.

Pan Weixiang pondered for a while before saying, "Mingsheng Technology has been in 21 years since its establishment, with more than 100,000 employees. Unfortunately, in such a large enterprise, no one in the management team can stand out, so I have to continue to take on the burden of Mingsheng's helmsman. So since I have to take it, I have to take it well, do my best, and devote myself to my life until I die...

The best products have been made here, with the hardest working employees, the deepest corporate culture, and the most energetic group of managers! As a member of Mingsheng, I am deeply proud! I firmly believe that we will succeed, and we will definitely succeed!"

After a long "heartfelt words", the applause in the conference room continued for a long time. Pan Weixiang stood up and bowed deeply to everyone present.

Today, the sun was shining brightly, and the whole of Taipei was shining brightly. On the bustling streets, a luxury convoy arrived. Nine Audi A8s were surrounded by an extended Lincoln, and there were many traffic police riding motorcycles in front of them leading the way.

Such a grand scene was extremely cool, attracting passers-by on both sides of the street to stop and watch.

Pan Weixiang sat in the spacious Lincoln car, holding a glass of dry red in his left hand, holding a cigar in his mouth, and leaning on his chin with his right hand as if thinking.

Now he feels like dreaming, with a pleasant smile on his face, and the swelling in his heart feels unparalleled.

Recalling the past for a while, he turned to look at the black and white photo frame on the opposite seat. The stupid man in the photo was his younger brother Pan Weihao.

After looking at it for a while, he murmured to himself: "Weihao, have you seen that all the management of the group company support me and love me. As long as the father says, the throne of the president is mine. To be honest, I am very grateful to you. Once you die, some fencemen in the company will all turn towards me, giving me such a high prestige. Once you die, you don't have to try your best to knock me down, and you don't have to live so tired. Once you die, the executives who are stuck in the dilemma among you and me don't have to worry about standing in the wrong team.

So you have to die, this will benefit everyone. You and I have started fighting since we were just sensible. You are smart, motivated and capable, but you can't beat me. Do you know why? Because you lack cleverness, you are obviously too young compared to me. But don't worry, the Pan family has me in charge, and will definitely become more and more prosperous. I will admit that I am your elder brother, hahahaha..."

His crazy laughter suddenly stopped, and the expression on his face suddenly changed, because he clearly saw that Pan Weihao's face became ferocious in the photo. In an instant, it seemed that a pair of hands grabbed Pan Weixiang's neck, making him feel a little difficult to breathe.

This is definitely an illusion, but it is really scary.

Pan Weixiang clenched his fists squeaked, and his nostrils were whispering, saying, "Why are you glaring at me? Do you blame me for killing you? Yes, I just want to kill you, what do you do to me? I have a vegetative food and eat me! Even if you give you two more lives, you will still be no match for me!"

Pan Weixiang's face was covered in sweat, and the veins on his neck were leaping. He copied the photo of his younger brother and smashed it on the curb along the car window.

"Crazy!"

The glass covered in the photo was shattered, and the glass residue was splashed everywhere, scaring the passers-by next to him to run away with his head.

He closed his eyes, rubbed his temples hard, and muttered silently in his mouth without knowing what he was saying.

The most beastly, coldest and most inhumane animal in the world is not a poisonous insect, a beast, a bird of prey, but a human being. It is really ironic to say that human beings are the most inhumane.

Always wearing a hypocritical mask, Pan Weixiang deeply realized how difficult it is to be an excellent actor.

He often feels confused and asks himself, what kind of self is real? The result is that he himself doesn't know.

Back at the mansion, he turned on the LCD TV and wanted to relax himself by diverting his attention, but he was born to be tolerant and felt that his organs seemed to be rusted, and it was difficult to be touched by the TV plot.

But no matter what, Pan Weihao can no longer threaten himself, and his father lives outside. He is now the owner of this huge manor. He has endless time to do what he really wants to do and find his lost self.

He lay on the sofa in the most comfortable position, drinking red wine while watching costume dramas. The plot was very bloody, and the actor's performance was also artificial and slightly exaggerated, but fortunately, he was in a good mood, had enough enthusiasm to tolerate, and had enough patience to watch.

When the plot was tense, the screen suddenly became dark, and there was a rare power outage in Panjia Manor.

He stretched his waist and looked out the window, only to find that time passed so fast, and it was already evening.

He took out his cell phone, called the butler, and shouted: "Can you still do it, the butler? My room will be powered off. What's going on?"

The housekeeper followed Pan Mingsheng for many years, and everyone in the Pan family respected him very much, but Pan Weixiang's identity has increased and he has become much tougher in his words.

"Master, the security of the transformer should be burned. I have sent a repair worker to ensure it is repaired within five minutes." The butler said timidly.

The master called Pan Weixiang so refreshed, and he said no, and hung up the phone.

In just three minutes, the circuit returned to normal again. After watching a TV series, he took advantage of the advertising time to get a bottle of Lafite at the wine cabinet. When he came back, the advertisement just ended.

He was eating desserts and drinking red wine while listening to the opening song of the TV series.

Suddenly, the chandeliers in the room flashed and the power was off again.

"Fuck!" Pan Weixiang cursed and sweared, and put the wine glass on the coffee table.

He touched his phone with a blushing face, but he forgot to throw it to somewhere. He simply stopped looking for it and planned to take a hot bath in the bathroom. If the circuit has not been repaired after the bath, he would scold the housekeeper tomorrow. He must make him deeply realize that the real owner of his manor also has a temper.
Chapter completed!