My CEO Husband Has Some Issues-Chapter 1197: How Did Qin Jun End Up Here?

He stood at an estimated 185 centimeters tall, with sleek, straight hair, and amidst a crowd of stars, he didn’t dim in the slightest; on the contrary, he was dazzling, looking even more like a star than the actual celebrities.

The people in the conference room looked at each other, unsure whether he was a newcomer freshly signed by the director or a young master from outside the company.

After all, considering the director’s attitude, if he were a new signee to the company, the director’s demeanor seemed excessively obsequious.

But a young master from outside... the crowd was somewhat skeptical.

Li Shengxiao, in Capital City, belonged to the top-ranking eligible bachelors—wealthy, with status and good looks, but not every scion had Li Shengxiao’s caliber. Most wealthy people were as depicted on TV, either corpulent or indulgent, with very few outstanding youngsters like him.

While everyone was speculating, the young man had already reached the head of the conference table with the director’s company. He pulled out a chair, sat down with one hand propping up his chin at the edge of the table, and casually threw his legs over the tableside, his demeanor arrogant and relaxed, "Sorry to keep everyone waiting; I’ll get straight to the point. KT Entertainment is under my control from today! From now on, you’ll all follow my lead. I called you here this morning so you could get a good look at my face, and now that you have, we’re done here."

His idea of ’straight to the point’ was indeed brief.

With just a few sentences, he dropped a bombshell that left everyone in the room dazed and confused.

The company... changed owners? frёewebηovel.cѳm

He had told people to leave, but not a single person in the conference room moved; they all stood there, faces blank, clearly still reeling from the shock he had thrown their way.

The young man retracted the legs he had sprawled on the table and looked around the room with a scoff, "What’s the matter, don’t you want to go when I say you can?"

Sweating, the director interjected from the side, "Boss Qin, maybe everyone is still trying to process it; let me speak to them."

The man sitting in the highest place in the leather executive chair was none other than Qin Jun. He raised his thick eyebrows, glancing at the director, "Did I ask you to butt in?"

"Sorry, Boss Qin."

Growing increasingly impatient, he gave the apologetic director another glance, "You seem to have a lot to say, don’t you?"

Frightened, the director shut his mouth, no longer daring to speak.

Just moments ago, he had scolded the director in front of everyone, but then he swiftly reverted to a lazy smile on his lips, looking quite in a good mood, "Since you’re not leaving, fine, let’s jump straight into planning the next steps of our work."

In just a few minutes, he had shown everyone his volatile temper—no one dared to provoke him, and the group silently listened.

"As for me, I have a strong sense of territory and don’t like second-hand goods. I didn’t plan on taking over a second-hand company, but there was no choice, it landed in my lap. So, I need to lay out my rules first, so everyone knows what to expect. Don’t cross me unnecessarily; I’m not a patient boss. Whoever crosses me won’t be able to stay in this circle."

The people in the meeting room felt even more uncertain, their expressions filled with helplessness.

Qin Jun didn’t care whether he had intensified the tension, supporting his chin with one hand at an angle, "All right, what I said before was about my personality and my principles. What I’m about to discuss now involves all of you, so you’d better listen carefully."

His gaze swept over the crowd like a blade, seemingly lazy and casual, but his presence unexpectedly overwhelming.