My Ares Son-in-Law

Several local reporters in the audience recognized Xiao Chen and immediately tensed up, quietly withdrawing their cameras. Who could forget the scene at the opening ceremony of Xunjiang Group? This young president was accompanied by important officials from the city lord's mansion, and even the heads of martial arts families treated him with utmost respect. His background was so unfathomable that no one dared to provoke him.

A newly hired photographer didn't recognize Xiao Chen and was about to adjust the lens to point at him when a senior colleague immediately reached out and pressed down on his wrist, saying in a low voice, "Don't take pictures! You can take pictures of anyone, but not that person."

"Why?" The newcomer looked puzzled and followed the senior's gaze to Xiao Chen, only thinking that he was a young man with outstanding temperament, nothing special.

"Do as I say if you don't want to lose your job." The senior colleague's tone was serious, with a hint of apprehension in his eyes. "Last time, a reporter secretly took a picture of him, and the next day he was transferred to cover news in the suburbs. Do you want to repeat the same mistake?"

The newcomer's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly turned the camera away, a cold sweat breaking out on his back. It turned out that this seemingly ordinary young man actually had such great power.

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At 10:00 a.m. sharp, the crystal chandelier on the banquet hall ceiling suddenly dimmed, and only the LED screen in the center of the stage lit up with a warm white halo, signaling the start of the press conference.

As the soothing opening music faded, Yun Yuyan emerged from the side of the stage, her silver high heels clicking on the floor. The hem of her off-white business suit swayed gently with each step, accentuating her elegant figure. Her long hair was styled in a low bun, revealing her slender neck. A moment of silence fell over the audience, followed by a chorus of soft gasps and the clicking of camera shutters. Many reporters from out of town and overseas stared at their brochures, then at the person on stage, their eyes filled with surprise: This vice president of Xunjiang Group in charge of R&D was so young and beautiful?

Yun Yuyan walked to the microphone and stood still. Her fingertips lightly brushed the edge of her speech. As her gaze swept across the audience, her slightly nervous expression had become calm: "Thank you to all the media friends for attending the Xunjiang Group's new product launch. I know that everyone has been looking forward to our products for a long time. Today, we will be launching two revolutionary products at once. The first flagship product is called 'Cancer-Eating Pill'."

She paused deliberately, waiting for the room to quiet down before continuing, her voice carrying through the microphone to every corner: "Unlike ordinary health products, its efficacy has been verified through triple clinical trials. Here, on behalf of Xunjiang Group, I promise: After taking one course of treatment, 'Cancer-Eating Pill' can completely engulf cancer cells in the body, allowing early and mid-stage cancer patients to be completely cured, and slowing the spread of cancer cells in late-stage patients by more than 90%!"

"boom,"

Before the words were even finished, the entire room erupted in chaos. A reporter in the front row lost his grip on his water glass, spilling it across half the table; people in the back row jumped to their feet, a chorus of questions rising and falling: "Mr. Yun, is what you're saying true? Early-stage cancer can be cured?" "How is that possible! Modern medicine can't even do that..."

Amidst the murmurs of doubt, the heavy wooden doors of the banquet hall were suddenly pushed open, and a group of people thronged in. The woman at the head of the group had short, shoulder-length hair and wore a press pass for the "Extreme Yin Island Morning Post" around her neck. She deliberately bumped into the staff member who was leading the way, her high heels clattering loudly on the carpet. Despite being more than half an hour past the designated entry time, they displayed an arrogant demeanor, as if being late was perfectly acceptable.

On stage, Yun Yuyan frowned slightly, her fingertips lightly tapping the speech notes before quickly releasing them. Facing the camera, she maintained a polite smile, nodding slightly to the staff below the stage, indicating that they should guide the group to the empty seats in the back row.

As the room quieted down, Yun Yuyan was about to continue introducing the second product when the female reporter from Jiyin Island suddenly stood up and interrupted her in heavily accented Chinese: "Excuse me, Ms. Yun! The product name you just mentioned is too complicated. Could you explain it again in English? Our readers at Jiyin Island are more accustomed to reading English reports." These words immediately silenced the audience. Many Chinese reporters turned to look at her, their eyes filled with dissatisfaction. Before the press conference, the staff had clearly announced that the entire event would be conducted in Chinese, and that each seat was equipped with simultaneous interpretation headsets.

Yun Yuyan's smile faded slightly, but her voice remained steady and firm: "I'm sorry, it's not possible. Today's press conference will be conducted entirely in Mandarin Chinese. This is a regulation of Xunjiang Group and also out of respect for local media. The headphones in front of you can switch between seven languages, including English and Japanese, for simultaneous interpretation. If needed, you can still adjust them now."

A murmur of approval immediately rose from the audience. One reporter from Beijing even deliberately raised his voice: "That's right. Since you're here to attend a press conference for a Chinese company, isn't knowing a little bit of Chinese basic etiquette?"

The female reporter's cheeks turned a deep purplish-red. Under the gaze of the crowd, she sat down sullenly, her fingers gripping her pen tightly, clearly not intending to let the matter rest.

Yun Yuyan ignored her and continued to introduce the second product, "Detox Pill": "This product focuses on clearing toxins from the body. If you take it consistently, it can enhance your immunity and achieve the effect of 'being immune to all diseases'."

She paused, then gestured to the large screen behind her: "Xunjiang Group guarantees with its corporate reputation that the actual effects of the two products are completely consistent with the advertising. If any consumers find discrepancies after the products are launched, we promise to compensate 100 times the price for any counterfeit products and will bear all medical testing costs."

"A hundredfold compensation for fakes?" someone repeated in a low voice, their suspicion deepening. A bespectacled reporter in the front row shook his head slightly, his pen scribbling rapidly in his notebook: "The advertising is too exaggerated and has low credibility"; the person next to him frowned at the camera, clearly thinking it was more of a publicity stunt.

Yun Yuyan had anticipated this reaction, and instead, a confident smile appeared on her lips: "Any revolutionary product will face skepticism when it is first launched. In order to let everyone feel the effect directly, we have prepared 10 samples of detox pills and will invite 10 reporters to experience them on site. Since the number of samples is limited, the participants will be selected by lottery, and the whole process will be open and transparent."

As soon as the words were spoken, a staff member pushed the lottery box to the center of the venue, and the random numbers that the reporters had received upon entry began to scroll on the large screen. The audience fell silent instantly. Some people clasped their hands together and silently prayed, while others stared intently at the numbers flashing on the screen. Even the female reporter from Jiyin Island unconsciously sat up straight.

Of the 10 people ultimately selected, 7 are from media outlets across China, and the other 3 are journalists from the US's Scienceweek, the UK's Daily Mail, and Australia's Global Times.

The staff first took close-up photos of them, capturing even the fine lines around their eyes and the age spots on the back of their hands clearly, before leading the group to the backstage experience area.

Within five minutes, a series of exclamations suddenly erupted from backstage, so loud that they could be heard throughout the banquet hall. (End of Chapter)