My Mr. Gu is Courting Death Again

Qiao Chu has not yet opened the last small white envelope, and many directors have begun to compliment Zuo An with smiling faces, "Congratulations to Zuo Vice... No, it should be Zuo President."

"Mr. Zuo, young and promising, the future is promising, congratulations."

"Mr. Zuo, we will follow you to the death!"

Zuo An smiled lightly, with a cold smile, but there was still a hint of arrogance between his brows.

Zuo Si has always been unaccustomed to him, and seeing him act like this, he even sneered unceremoniously, "Until the last moment, it is not necessarily who will win or who will win. , we women, we hold grudges very much."

Although this group of directors did not think that Zuo Si would be able to counterattack in the end, but all of them were old and slick, and naturally they would not offend Zuo Si.

They all laughed shyly, and kept silent.

While speaking, Qiao Chu had already opened the last envelope and took out the card.

He hadn't even looked at it yet. The hand holding the pen had already raised itself under Zuo An's name. When he was about to draw, he caught a glimpse of the nomination on the small card. His black eyes suddenly widened, revealing a hint of disbelief.

He doubted whether he had read it wrong, closed his eyes, and when he opened it again, he still saw the beautiful handwriting on the card, which was written upright: Zuo Si.

After confirming it, he subconsciously looked at the signature in the lower right corner of the card, and his pupils suddenly shrank. It was just a hint of disbelief just now, and now it is full of disbelief.

Qiao Chu's emotional changes were all seen in everyone's eyes. Seeing that he didn't say a word for a while, as if he had been hit by some kind of shock, he couldn't help but look at me, I looked at you, and I saw it in the other's eyes Confused two words.

Assistant Joe, what happened? What was written on the card to make him, who has always been calm and expressionless, make such a vivid appearance?

Zuo Si hooked the corners of his lips, smiled, and leaned back on the chair.

Xu Weiwei casually played with the pen in his hand, as if the atmosphere in the conference room didn't affect her in the slightest.

Zuo An turned his head and glanced at Xu Weiwei. The light in the bottom of his eyes sank slightly. He opened his lips and his voice became cold, "Qiao Chu, continue."

Realizing that he had lost his way, Qiao Chu quickly adjusted his emotions. He took a deep breath and moved the hand holding the pen stiffly from under Zuo An's name to Zuo Si's name bit by bit. The number of shares held is added one by one.

As the gestures continued to be superimposed, the eyes of the directors began to change.

The distance between Zuo Si and Zuo An is getting smaller and smaller, and finally...even...

As a result, the huge conference room was suddenly as quiet as a chicken.

Who would have thought... After such a large distance, Zuo Si could actually overtake a car in a corner? No, not overtaking, but still catching up.

So, which director's cowardice operation is it? This calculation is... too accurate, isn't it?

How can it be evenly matched?

If the votes are tied, the voting in this round will definitely be voided, either overtime will be played again, or the previous results will be maintained.

That is to say, if a new president cannot be elected unanimously, if everyone agrees, then choose another time; if not, then maintain the original result for the time being.