"As we all know, Snapdragon has not yet been completed. Although it is still a semi-finished project, it is also TT's most important project in the next three years."
"Is it too hasty for TT to disclose the source of Snapdragon technology at this time and welcome all technology enthusiasts around the world to download it? Is your rash move related to the current public opinion that the crashed drone was involved in stealing intelligence from other countries?"
The reporter spoke in an extremely harsh and harsh manner.
“Is TT’s decision to disclose the source of technology at this time a PR move to divert public attention?”
"Mr. Ye, please answer."
The scene fell into deathly silence again.
Someone whispered to his friends: "Which media is this? So brave."
The reporter from Continent Y did not dare to twist his neck: "...Can't you see that this was arranged in advance? Need I tell you? The media from Continent M, their reporter for Today's Report."
"Wow." A global authoritative media.
Next, it depends on how the person in charge of TT answers this question. If he answers it poorly, TT's move to disclose the source of Snapdragon technology will be instantly discredited, and the company will suffer huge losses.
The man stopped and walked back.
The reporter mistakenly thought he had an advantage, and raised the microphone in his hand and said forcefully: "Mr. Ye, please be sure to answer the question!"
Ye Wangchuan touched the microphone with his slender fingertips, his expression calm and without a trace of emotion: "Are you the reporter reporting today?"
He directly pointed out the other party's background.
The other party was unmoved: "Mr. Ye, it doesn't matter which media I am from. What matters is that I want you to answer the questions I raised."
Ye Wangchuan nodded: "I can answer."
Elena's eyelids twitched, and she felt that things were beginning to slip out of her control and into an unknown direction...
"I need an assistant. Can you please let my person come up to demonstrate?" He wore gold-rimmed plain glasses today. He had handsome features and stood there with a naturally dignified look.
He didn't ask for the reporter's consent, but rather informed the other party. He looked straight in the direction of Qiao Nian and raised his thin lips to the girl affectionately: "Niannian, come up." 'Shua—'
The people from the M country delegation sitting in the same row as Qiao Nian all looked over and saw the girl raise her hand to pull down her baseball cap, stand up reluctantly, pick up her shoulder bag, and go up to the stage.
The dark-skinned woman looked puzzled: "Who is this?"
Elena moved her lips but was unable to explain Qiao Nian's identity.
The contemptuous and mocking looks from the others almost pierced through her body, but she had to stay and listen to the whole thing.
She knew what the way these people looked at her meant. They were questioning whether she claimed to be Ye Wangchuan's fiancée...
Now Ye Wangchuan is clearly closer to someone else.
Her fiancée is a joke.
Elena pinched her fingertips tightly, veins bulged on her forehead, her heart was beating so fast in her chest that it was about to fly out, and a huge sense of shame enveloped her whole body. What made her even more unable to calm down was that she saw the girl say something to the man after she went on stage.
Then, looking at the man who had never been friendly to her, she saw only a girl's concentration in his dark eyes, and the slightly raised corners of his eyes revealed his owner's happy mood.
This was something she had never experienced before—the gentleness of a superior bowing his head!
…
On stage.
Qiao Nian rolled her eyes at him and said depressedly, "How did you know I brought anything?"
She just says whatever she thinks.
"Are you a bug?" (End of this chapter)