Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 447 - 445: The Indulgent Phone Call at the Meeting
The mayor of Yunling City, Qiao Guang, is about to step down.
It is said that Huo Zhenyang is in the running for the mayoral title, and this Asia Building has established a good reputation for him in front of the government. Securing this title is almost a done deal.
Although Yunling City is a city, it has vast land and a large population. Being a world financial center and a key coastal city, it surpasses many small countries in terms of wealth, population, and the speed of development.
The mayor of Yunling is also a commanding presence among the mayors of the seven major coastal cities.
That is to say, the mayor of Yunling City could be considered the equivalent of a prime minister of a small country.
Once he secures the mayoral title, Huo Zhenyang will have thoroughly stepped into the political circle, and the Huo Group behind him will grow even stronger.
At this moment, the man before them is not only seen as the business tycoon who took control after returning from overseas, but also a shining new star rising rapidly in the political arena.
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In front of the projector, the secretary is still talking about the design details of the Asia Building and its future development.
Huo Zhenyang has his fingers intertwined, resting on his sharp jawline as he listens intently, naturally silencing the entire room.
Just then, the crisp sound of a phone ringing breaks the silence.
After exchanging glances, everyone’s eyes turn to the man in the chairman’s seat.
On such a serious occasion as today’s meeting, everyone had switched off their mobile phones. Of course, the only one who need not do so was the core figure of this project.
The secretary in front of the projector also stopped speaking.
Huo Zhenyang’s gaze slides over to glance at the mobile phone on the negotiation table.
Seeing the flashing caller ID on the screen, he couldn’t help but knit his brows slightly, yet a hint of an inexplicable smile seeped through his lips.
In front of everyone, he answered the phone with a clear, cold, and slightly deep voice, tinged with a trace of jest, "What is it this time,"
Zaizai’s phone number had already been set up in Huo Zhenyang’s mobile phone.
He never expected that in his private phone book, which was filled with rich and influential figures from politics and business worlds, one day, there would be a new addition of a little meatball less than four years old.
"Godfather, what are you doing? I miss you."
Misses him? Huo Zhenyang knew what this little meatball was planning from the first day he tried to get close to him.
This little schemer, at a bit over three years old, already knew how to cozy up to influential figures. What would the future hold?
But for some reason, he didn’t want to expose the little guy.
Thinking that with Zaizai in the middle, he might grow closer to that young lady, he found himself completely unopposed to the idea.
At this moment, he didn’t want to hang up the call either. He simply smiled, "Have you gone to kindergarten yet?"
"Yes, the principal said they won’t expel me anymore. Xiaobo has dropped out, too."
The amusement lingered on Huo Zhenyang’s sharp, blade-like lips, yet his gaze drifted towards Vice Mayor Xu in the distance, "That’s good."
Vice Mayor Xu shivered under Huo Zhenyang’s gaze, feeling an inexplicable chill running down his spine. However, the look seemed satisfied, so he sighed in relief.
On the other end of the line, Zaizai asked, "Godfather, did you help me this time? How did you help me?"
Huo Zhenyang’s lips quirked up, "Little kids shouldn’t worry about so much. Just focus on studying. If someone bullies you again, calling you a fatherless wild child, remember what I taught you."
Zaizai nodded, "I know! Beat him until he can’t even recognize his own father, and he won’t bother me about having one or not!"
"Smart," Huo Zhenyang’s eyebrows arched.
Zaizai seized the opportunity to get to the point, "Godfather, since you helped me, Mommy is very grateful to you and wants to invite you to dinner with us. Perfectly, it seems Mommy doesn’t need to clean your place today. Is today okay?"
As he spoke, he couldn’t help but stick out his tongue. If Mommy knew that he had taken the initiative to invite his godfather to dinner without asking her first... would she kill him?
Forget it, there’s no time to worry. If I get killed for it, so be it.
Huo Zhenyang chuckled lightly, stood up, hands in the pockets of his suit pants, and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window.
He stopped and looked down at the cityscape, like a monarch surveying his realm from a high vantage point, clearly not yet intoxicated by Little Meatball’s charming antics, his brow lifted:
"Is this really your mommy’s idea, or did you decide this on your own?"
Zaizai stubbornly retorted, "It’s mommy’s idea!"
Really?
That little woman has been avoiding me lately like the plague; every time she sees me in the villa, it’s as if she’s seen a ghost.
If Zaizai hadn’t run to Disheng last night and refused to go home, she probably would still be keeping her distance from me.
He said indifferently, "I can’t today, I have meetings all day long."
Zaizai was visibly disappointed, "What kind of meeting lasts so long? Can’t godfather have dinner after work?"
Little Meatball’s voice sounded so distressed it was as if it could wring out water.
He then said, "We’ll see."
Zaizai was a bit happier; he knew that ’we’ll see’ were the most accommodating words he could get from his godfather.
He hurriedly said, "Okay, then if godfather has time today, come pick me up with mommy! I have to go to class now, bye godfather."
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On both sides and across the negotiation table, the powerful tycoons who held sway over the world watched as young Huo answered the phone with a smile playing on his lips.
Although the voice on the other end of the phone was faint, the content of young Huo’s speech revealed it was a child.
Young Huo’s tone was indulgent and affectionate, a rarity that contrasted starkly with the solemn atmosphere of the current meeting—it didn’t fit in at all.
This man actually put aside a project worth tens of billions and the gathering of elites to—appease a child?
Who was the child?
No one had heard about young Huo getting married in America. And certainly no whispers of a child.
Everyone inhaled sharply but, of course, dared not inquire further. Seeing that young Huo had hung up the phone, they pretended to have heard nothing and quickly averted their gazes.
The conference room returned to its previous stillness.
After hanging up the phone, Huo Zhenyang didn’t immediately return to his seat. Instead, after thinking for two seconds, his gaze drifted towards his accompanying personal secretary.
The secretary immediately knew the Boss had instructions to give, promptly stood up, and walked over.
"Go to a nearby mall, buy a child safety car seat, and—" he pondered for a moment, "buy some toys as well."
The secretary was dumbfounded, still not quite processing: "Toys... toys?"
"Toys suitable for a three or four-year-old boy," Huo Zhenyang flatly added, his tone carrying an unmistakable decisiveness that brooked no argument.
The secretary said no more and swiftly left the conference room.
Having given instructions to the secretary, Huo Zhenyang, with both hands in his trouser pockets, strolled casually back to the chairman’s seat.
Noticing the curious glances of those present, his expression became serious again, and with a wave of his large hand, he declared, "Continue."
After a pause and a slight tilt of his chin, his tone indifferent yet commanding, "Let’s make today’s meeting quick. Aim to finish before evening."
He glanced over at the notables on both sides of the curved negotiation table, "Does anyone have objections?"
There was a brief moment of shock before they answered in unison, "No, Mr. Huo."
