Chapter 895: Chapter 398: Annual Meeting (5-in-1) (Part 7)
Su Mulong hastily ended the award ceremony, unsure of how to proceed after Su Cheng’s interruption.
With Su Mulong’s words hanging in the air.
Su Yao and the others couldn’t sit still any longer and spoke to Su Ming.
“Su Ming, why aren’t you bringing in some business for Grandpa? Our sales this year are zero!”
“Yeah, you can’t just ignore us.”
…..
“I’m not ignoring you! It was really just a coincidence, it happened by chance.”
Su Ming suddenly felt like he’d suffered in silence, unable to express his grievances.
Su Zhen Tian also couldn’t think of anything to say.
At this moment, many Su Family descendants and company executives began to gather around Su Ming, eagerly saying.
“Su Ming, I’m your Seventh Uncle, Su Zhao. Introduce some business my way next year.”
“Su Ming, don’t favor one over the other. Don’t just refer business to Su Cheng, share some with us too.”
…
In no time, Su Ming was surrounded, barely able to move.
Su Tianhao watched this scene, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably.
After striving so hard all year, he was finally about to succeed, but then Su Ming messed it all up.
Su Yiyang, on the other hand, liked Su Ming more the longer he watched him, and said to Su Feng.
“Su Feng, this kid Su Ming is really something.”
“Indeed he is, with limitless potential.”
Su Feng said with a somewhat complex expression.
If only Su Ming were his grandson, he thought, then quickly felt more distressed when he thought of that fool Su Yuan. Others’ grandsons helped make money, while his just squandered it. There was no comparison.
At that moment, Su Mulong approached. Seeing so many people gathered around Su Ming, he irritably said.
“What are all of you doing gathered here?”
“Nothing, we’re just saying hello to Su Ming.”
The crowd replied awkwardly.
“Disperse!”
Su Mulong said, waving his hand.
“Yes.”
The crowd dispersed one after the other.
Su Ming sighed deeply with relief; he was finally saved.
Looking at Su Ming, Su Mulong didn’t know what to say. He felt his great-grandson was somewhat too remarkable.
Not only was he formidable and talented, but he was also good at sales.
“Grandpa?”
Su Ming asked uneasily when he noticed Su Mulong staring at him silently.
Su Mulong sighed and patted Su Ming’s shoulder.
“You’ve done very well. When you have the chance, guide Su Yuan more. I’d be satisfied if that kid had a tenth of your abilities.”
“Okay, but Grandpa, I’m feeling a bit tired. I have to get up early for school tomorrow, so I’ll head out first.”
Su Ming said awkwardly.
He was preparing to leave, as staying longer would make it hard for him to go.
“Go ahead.”
Su Mulong nodded.
Seizing the moment, Su Ming quickly stood up and left.
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The next morning.
Su Ming drove his black sports car toward Imperial Court Academy.
At that time, his wristband vibrated, showing a call from Rhein. Su Ming tapped to answer.
“Class rep, have you arrived yet?”
“I’m almost there, don’t rush me.”
Su Ming replied helplessly.
“Hurry up, we’re waiting for you in the courtyard.”
Rhein urged impatiently.
“Alright!”
After speaking, Su Ming ended the call.
Not long after, Su Ming arrived at the gates of Imperial Court Academy.
The entire school entrance and ground were especially clean, decorated with numerous red balloons and streamers, full of festive atmosphere.
The entrance was bustling, with a mass of students returning to school.
Su Ming found a spot to park his car and proceeded directly into the school.
He headed toward the courtyard, quickly spotting Rhein and the others, sped up, and said.
“I’m here.”
Rhein and the others looked at Su Ming, confusedly asking.
“Class rep, you came just like this?”
“Yeah, how else was I supposed to come?”
Su Ming asked in puzzlement.
“No, look over there!”
Rhein pointed toward an open space ahead.
Su Ming turned his head and saw a Third Generation Mecha·Gun Knight landing from the sky.
The onlooking students erupted in exclamations.
“Uh, what’s this?”
Su Ming asked in bewilderment.
“These are senior students who were invited back to the school, and they’re all arriving in mechas.”
“Class rep, you should bring that High-level Fourth Generation Mecha back too!”
“Yeah, bring it back. We can’t lose face; your name is listed on the invitation board over there.”
Rhein and the others urged one after another.
“What mecha, mine’s already scrapped.”
Su Ming said irritably.
“Huh? Class rep, your mecha is destroyed?”
Upon hearing this, Ankaga was dumbfounded.
That impressive High-level Fourth Generation Customized Mecha was something they had only seen once, and it was already scrapped.