My Ares Son-in-Law

Upon hearing this, Xiao Chen nodded slightly, his movements elegant and composed, as if he were a nobleman strolling through a palace.

His face remained calm and composed, as if everything that had just happened was nothing more than a trivial incident, like a gentle breeze brushing across a lake, leaving no ripples in his heart.

He turned around, his posture as upright as a pine tree, his gaze like a sharp sword, sweeping over the crowd behind him, whose expressions varied but were all filled with awe.

Among those people were powerful business tycoons and renowned martial arts masters, but under Xiao Chen's gaze, they all seemed to have turned into docile sheep.

Xiao Chen spoke in a calm tone, his voice like a warm spring breeze that blew into everyone's hearts: "Everyone, it's windy outside, please come inside."

"The group has prepared a small cocktail party for everyone. We will have a few drinks prepared, and we hope you will come."

His words were sincere and humble, making people feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze, without the slightest arrogance due to his powerful background and influence.

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded, their faces showing gratitude and joy, and followed Xiao Chen's footsteps as they slowly walked into the group's building.

"Good good!"

In the crowd, someone was the first to shout out these words full of enthusiasm and praise. The voice was loud and excited, as if it wanted to pour out all the admiration in their heart.

Immediately afterwards, the people around them, like firecrackers that had been lit, all joined in.

"Mr. Xiao, you're too kind!"

A middle-aged man, dressed in an expensive suit and with his hair neatly combed, had a fawning smile on his face. As he spoke, he bowed slightly, as if he were paying homage to a noble king.

"Of course, of course!"

Another elderly man, dressed in gorgeous clothes and with an extraordinary demeanor, quickly echoed, his voice carrying a hint of vicissitude, yet full of sincerity, his eyes brimming with approval for Xiao Chen.

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In an instant, voices of agreement rose and fell, like a lively symphony, every note brimming with enthusiasm and humility, and each person's attitude was more sincere than the last, as if anyone who did not show enough enthusiasm would miss out on some tremendous opportunity.

Xiao Chen stood casually among a group of big shots whose mere presence in the western region could cause a stir.

He wasn't particularly tall; in fact, he appeared rather thin compared to those burly big shots.

However, he was like a bright star, shining brightly in the dark night sky, becoming the focus of everyone's attention and the undisputed core of the entire circle.

His simple sentence was like an invisible conductor's baton, possessing magical power.

This directly brought him to the attention of this group of people who were usually high and mighty and influential in their respective fields, who surrounded him like stars around the moon.

They walked with neat yet slightly hurried steps, orderly yet somewhat impatient, into the newly decorated interior of Xunjiang Group.

The scene resembled a group of devout believers heading towards their sacred destination.

Only Liu Jianming has not made a move yet.

He deliberately stayed behind last, like a vigilant guard protecting this territory that had just undergone a dramatic change. His gaze, sharp and focused like that of a hawk, began to scan the gradually dispersing crowd around the group's perimeter.

The reporters who had come after hearing the news mostly wore complicated expressions.

Their faces showed both excitement at having caught a big story and concern about potential risks.

They busily packed up their equipment, carefully placing cameras, voice recorders, and other items into their bags, preparing to leave.

They were well aware that with the intervention and statements of those influential figures, the news here today was like being shackled, and could only be reported in the most objective and conventional manner.

Any attempt to exaggerate or grab attention is like throwing a boulder into a calm lake, potentially leading to unbearable consequences. In such cases, not only could one's own career be ruined, but the media organization they work for could also be implicated.

Therefore, they all appeared extremely cautious, wanting only to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

However, for these journalists with keen senses who are always looking to dig up exclusive news, being able to witness the legendary opening of Xunjiang Group was truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Normally, those powerful and elusive figures wield influence in their respective fields such as politics, business, and martial arts, making it virtually impossible to catch a glimpse of them all at once.

At this moment, these important figures have gathered together in the same place, just like brilliant stars converging in the night sky, dazzling the eyes.

The cameras and video recorders in their hands, like loyal guardians, tirelessly record every precious moment.

The click of the shutter seemed like a victory horn, cheering for the wonderful scene they had captured.

For them, this interview trip was worthwhile, as it yielded invaluable material.

These materials are like a treasure trove waiting to be unearthed; perhaps one day in the future, they will bring them great fame and rich rewards.

Some even secretly speculate that certain key photos they secretly took are like dazzling pearls hidden in the darkness, and may become highly valuable collectibles in the future.

Imagine these photographs, meticulously framed and prominently displayed at a high-end auction, attracting countless collectors to bid and ultimately fetching an unexpectedly astronomical price.

The thought that they would not only become famous overnight but also amass a fortune brought a greedy and excited smile to the faces of some reporters.

However, just when the group of reporters thought the matter was over and their tense nerves had just relaxed as they prepared to disperse, an unexpected change occurred.

A group of martial arts soldiers, dressed in neat uniforms and with swift and agile movements, had appeared silently at some point, like war gods descending from the sky, and quickly and effectively blocked their path.

These martial arts warriors stood tall and straight like pine trees, their eyes revealing determination and majesty. Their uniforms gleamed coldly in the sunlight, as if proclaiming their authority to the world.

The leader of the martial arts army had a stern face, like a cold statue, which inspired awe.

His gaze was like lightning, sweeping across the crowd as if he could see right through everyone's heart.

Without any unnecessary words, he directly pulled out an official document stamped with a bright red seal from his pocket. The seal, vivid and dazzling like a burning flame, symbolized unquestionable authority. (End of Chapter)