Chapter 293 The Young Marshal Will Never Bow His Head
The man had broad shoulders, a long body and a well-proportioned figure. He wore the suit to achieve the effect that the designer had imagined. The only pity was that he was too young. He had a handsome face that showed no signs of aging, and sharp eyes.

He should have worn a casual and handsome suit to attend the university graduation ceremony, instead of standing on the stage of the Economic Person of the Year awards ceremony in a reserved, calm and solemn manner, which would have given people a sense of the absurdity of being crowned at a young age.

"Don't move, let me see." Zhou Fenglan looked at it carefully with her pregnant belly.

Xie Jingxing stood up straight: "Pay attention to the time, I'm going to be late."

"Just right."

Zhou Fenglan reached out again to help him straighten his collar. If this award ceremony was regarded as a coronation, everything would be just right.

"Then I'm leaving. Love you."

Xie Jingxing didn't care much and kissed and said goodbye. In the past, the annual economic figure awards ceremony was hosted by CCTV, which contributed many famous scenes such as the gambling game between Mr. Ma and Lao Wang, and Ms. Dong and Junzi.

It is now hosted by Xinhua News Agency Finance, and lacks the popular business tycoons that the people love to watch. It is more inclined to traditional academic temperament, and there is no live TV coverage.

The week-long annual economic summit discussion after the award ceremony was what Xie Jingxing had been preparing for for more than a month. As for the Economic Person of the Year award... The young marshal would never bow his head and let others crown him...

"Take good care of her. I'll come to see you after the New Year."

Xie Jingxing walked through the courtyard and saw Yuan Jin standing at the door of the front hall, blinking her big watery eyes.

She has been bullied badly recently, but she seems to enjoy those perverted ways. Her reluctance to leave is just a trick. She can't go home for the New Year this year, nor can she go to her "boyfriend's" house. She is alone and helpless, which makes people feel sorry for her.

"Find something to do next year." Xie Jingxing offered compensation to comfort him.

Yuan Jin's face was still filled with deep infatuation, but it looked more genuine and vivid.

As expected, everyone grows up. Xie Jingxing looked at the leather necklace inlaid with sparkling rubies on her delicate collarbone, raised his fingers to hook the necklace and pulled hard: "Do you want to give birth to a child for me?"

"think."

Yuan Jin was roughly dragged forward and threw herself into his arms. She replied with a single word in a very soft voice.

Xie Jingxing smiled with satisfaction, and tightened his grip on the necklace: "Prepare a few more, they will look beautiful on you."

A hundred years ago, French women wore this thing to protest against the oppression of slaves. Now it is a fashion accessory for ladies to show their independence and freedom. In the hands of the young marshal, it has returned to its most original practical nature.

It can satisfy the desire for control very well. After all, it can be used when taking cats and dogs out for a walk. He didn't do this before, but now he likes it more and more.

Not until the sound of the car gradually faded away did Yuan Jin come out of her trance and instinctively turned her head to look at the back hall of the courtyard, raising her hand to cover the light red mark on the fair skin of her neck.

She walked quickly across the courtyard back to her room, made sure the door was closed, and took out a small bottle with vitamin C packaging from the bottles and jars that filled her dressing table.

He pursed his lips, took a deep breath, and with trembling fingers poured the pills in the bottle into the toilet. With a splash, the secrets and schemes were washed away without a trace.

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The voices are loud and the colors are bright.

The formal suit that Zhou Fenglan carefully selected for Xie Jingxing was easily dissolved by a fake brooch flower with a red ribbon hanging on it. It had a sense of beauty that all beings were equal. Whoever wore it was a farmer entrepreneur, a perfect protective color.

"Being selected as the 2014 Financial Leader is not only an encouragement to me personally, but also a recognition and trust of all Huarong people. Behind me stands my team of nearly employees. It is precisely because of their positive progress, pioneering and entrepreneurial spirit, courage to take responsibility and dare to practice that we have brought about such development and changes."

The winners on the stage gave their speeches sincerely, while Xie Jingxing looked focused and expectant.

If the wise are the teachers, then this fellow who can keep hundreds of lovers in a community is like Confucius in the world, an absolute sage. The photographer held the camera and aimed at the young and handsome face, making a continuous clicking sound. His expression was so accurate that you could tell at a glance that he was a young business leader who cared about the country's economic development situation, modest, calm and generous!
Before coming here, the editor-in-chief personally told me to pay more attention to young people. He was also worried about the rebelliousness of young people who have become famous. Now it seems that his plan was completely unnecessary. What great young people are, what great promotional materials.

"Ok?"

The photographer was moving around to find the angle and sighing in his heart, when he suddenly froze for a moment, thinking he had heard it wrong, and quickly pricked up his ears to listen carefully.

"The honor of Economic Person of the Year is not mine, but the honor of China's booming venture capital industry, which has millions of entrepreneurs and a market of trillions of dollars. In fact, many of my peers don't like me, just like the soldiers on the front line rolling in the mud of the trenches under the hail of bullets, or Captain America showing off his muscular body in the rear and accepting the people's admiration for his personal heroism."

"So after today, if someone regards me as a goal to pursue because of this honor, it is a big mistake. Look at the soldiers fighting on the front line. Don't look at me. I am a personal hero chosen by the times."

Xie Jingxing raised the trophy and waved it, bowed in salute and turned around gracefully.

The applause from the audience lasted for a long time. The photographer held his mouth and took three deep breaths of shock. This guy was so terrifying!
As a media person, I have an instinct to over-correct when it comes to words. At first glance, the words of the young business leader may sound like pride, but upon careful consideration, they are full of arrogance. To sum it up in one sentence - I am the personal heroism of the entire venture capital industry!
"Boss, this young man is a bit unruly!"

"Why are you so flustered? If you are not rebellious, you are still a young man. Look at how ignorant you are."

"My, my. The boss is experienced. Have you ever seen anyone more rebellious than this?"

"not yet."

"..."

The photographer was speechless. The slightly bald boss in charge of writing looked up at the sky and exhaled a puff of smoke: "I'll see him this afternoon."

"Ok?"

"He will be giving an independent speech at the financial industry session this afternoon, and the text has been printed out."

The boss put out his cigarette and walked away, leaving behind a gloomy and desolate figure.

The photographer blinked blankly and hurried to the service desk: "Hello, I want a copy of Xie Jingxing's independent speech at the financial session this afternoon."

"Wait a moment." The volunteer at the service desk was busy with something with his head down.

The photographer adjusted the Xinhua News Agency work badge on his chest and said, "Hello, I want a copy of Xie Jingxing's speech!"

"The text of Xie Jingxing's speech is still being printed. If you need it urgently, you can go to the information desk to get the electronic text and print it yourself." The volunteer said impatiently.

The photographer was speechless and looked inside the service desk, only to see a series of personnel from participating ministries and departments signing in for the registration list. Among them, several very familiar people often appeared in his camera.

"What are you looking at? Please abide by the principle of confidentiality." The volunteer turned the roster upside down.

The photographer opened his mouth and was about to ask whether these bigwigs were all going to attend the afternoon's financial session to give speeches, when two volunteers came closer pushing a service vehicle.

"These are all." The volunteer at the service desk nodded his chin and shooed people away.

"This is a speech manuscript, more than 300 pages of speech manuscript?!"

"We also said that this is not a speech but a paper. Look at the title - "On the Construction of a Market-oriented Mechanism for Government-Guided Funds". Time is limited and I will only talk about the key points. The content is marked."

The photographer has left, his back is as desolate and gloomy as the boss's. No one can sleep tonight, let's hurry up and finish the manuscript.

(End of this chapter)