"Mr. President, you're here."
With just one sentence, it was like a thousand waves crashing.
General Manager Qian, the bald man, and the deputy director stared at Chu Chen in shock, completely dumbfounded.
He...
He was the president?!
Such a young president?!
They all knew that Shanghai Live had recently appointed a mysterious tycoon as their new president, but in their minds,
anyone capable of acquiring such a large stake in Shanghai Live and becoming president had to be middle-aged.
Think about it, whether in Shanghai or elsewhere, which company presidents or chairmen aren't around forty or fifty years old, or even older?
And now they were being told that the president of Shanghai Live was this exceedingly young guy.
They couldn't process it all at once.
Gulp!
The deputy director's legs went weak, and he couldn't help but collapse to the ground, trembling.
"M... Mr. President... I'm sorry, I..."