Xue Yang sat in the president's seat of the student council, watching a middle-aged man of about fifty step onto the stage. A tall, beautiful hostess in a light and airy long dress held a tray bearing twenty red letters of appointment. The presenter checked the names on the letters before guiding Lin Zhenhai to distribute them to the corresponding recipients.
So, that man was the chairman of Lin Corporation—Lin Zhenhai.
He wasn't quite what I had imagined. He looks like a rather amiable middle-aged man.
However, an aura lingered around him that inexplicably made people feel the need to respect him from a distance. But that was to be expected. People in high positions, no matter how approachable, naturally exert an invisible pressure.
The stage was the center of excitement, while the audience below buzzed with energy. Those people would become the pillars of Lin Corporation.
