I really don't want to be red

Chapter 1988 It's time to end
It was past one o'clock in the evening to send off Delta.

Arman turned off the light, and sat on the sofa alone, in a daze.

Looking back on my journey all these years, I just feel pitiful.

Trying to climb up, almost at all costs for this, in the end he didn't fall in the hands of his opponent, but died in the hands of someone who was not even considered in the entertainment industry.

All of this has something to do with An Ran, but An Ran didn't use any powerful methods, but just gave a slight push at the critical moment, making this matter suddenly out of hand.

Alman, smoking a cigarette, suddenly applauded.

In the empty room, there was a lonely applause.

"It's amazing, it's worth losing!"

Arman picked up the phone and wanted to call An Ran.

Dial the phone, the phone on the other side has been turned off.

Alman put the phone aside, in fact, even if An Ran hadn't turned it off, he probably wouldn't answer his call.

Originally, he wanted to have a good word with this opponent, but it seemed that he had no chance.

Make it to dawn.

Alman went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, tidy up, and carefully tidied up his beard.

Then he took a shower, combed his hair meticulously, and then came out to sit on the sofa.

wait quietly...

Within 10 minutes, the phone rang.

Arman picked up the phone without even looking at it, and said in a flat voice, "Hello!"

"Mr. Alman, I hope you can be there on time. Today everyone is discussing about you. You will not stop coming!" Portis's voice on the phone was full of gloating excitement, which almost burst out of the receiver.

The surprisingly Arman was much calmer than he thought, and even chuckled slightly, "Portis, don't worry, I will definitely be there on time."

"I admire your courage, Mr. Alman. The evidence has come out now, and the entire Internet is condemning you. I admire you for being so calm! You are not pretending to be calm!"

"You're thinking too much, Portis!" Alman said in a relaxed voice, "Okay, I have something to talk about, so I'll hang up first."

"You can't stop coming!"

"Don't worry, I'm leaving now!"

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for Portis to reply.

Portis looked at the phone in a daze. This guy was so calm and unexpected, which made him feel a little bit drummed. The old guy doesn't have any trump card, right?
"Portis, is Arman coming?" There were still a few people in the office, and it was Jackson, one of the directors, who asked the question.

Portis nodded, "He seems very confident, and his voice is very calm. Does this guy have other trump cards in his hand?"

Jackson sneered, "What trump card doesn't work? The chat history is the evidence, and now it's all over the Internet. Even if he was framed, he can't turn around, let alone the fact."

Portis nodded, a little puzzled and said: "But this guy is so calm and disturbing."

"Ignore him!" Jackson said, "Wait for him!"

After Alman in the villa hung up the phone, he used his mobile phone to log in to his personal social account.

Calmly looking at the personal account that suddenly exploded.

"Mr. Alman, may I ask how many actresses you have unspoken rules over the years? Tell me, so that I can give up and let us know that those people can still like them."

"700 million, a total of 700 million, transfer as soon as you say, do you have a mine at home? Although I am a man, I hope you will transfer a little for me, don't be ignorant."

"Excuse me, how can you be so shameless? I always feel that my skin is not thick enough, can I worship you as a teacher?"

"Mr. Alman, you must be my child's father, come back, don't waste money, I don't want 700 million, you can just give 70."

"Excuse me, is there anyone who wants to join the entertainment industry? I can guarantee to make you popular. If you are interested, you can contact me..."

Under the social account, it is full of ridicule and abuse, and no one has said a word for him about the matter that has been hammered down.

The actors, singers, and directors who were watching the entertainment industry who had followed me before all unfollowed them one after another.

Although the number of fans has increased, they are all black fans.

In the past, Arman would definitely be furious, but today he is very calm.

He posted a Facebook message, "Sorry"!
Just these three words, and after Aite signed An Ran, he closed his social account.

He walked to the mirror, put on his tie, and looked at himself in the mirror for a long time before leaving the room, getting into the car, and heading for the city.

Four and ten minutes later, Arman came to the headquarters building.

"Mr. Arman!" The security guard in the hall greeted politely.

Arman nodded.

The security personnel looked at him a little strangely. The whole world knew what happened last night, and this person must know it too.

But as low-level employees, they have no need to challenge Alman, even if he can't be the chairman, he is still an existence they can't afford to provoke.

Go to the elevator and press the light on the elevator.

Several people waiting for the elevator silently left the elevator and switched to the other side.

Although everyone didn't speak, everyone's performance was already obvious, and they were afraid of getting involved with him.

It's human nature to have a red top and a white top.

Arman didn't get angry, but waited for the elevator to come, walked in by himself, and directly pressed the button on the top floor.

People outside looked at him with very complicated expressions. Some people showed gloating expressions on their faces, while others showed indifference and contempt. In short, no one sympathized.

The elevator stopped on the eighth floor for the first time, and an employee was about to come up, when he saw Arman inside, he froze for a moment, "Sorry, I pressed the wrong button!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Alman smiled politely, "It's okay."

But the other party probably didn't hear it.

Soon on the top floor, Alman pulled his suit with both hands and tightened his tie.

Stride out of the elevator.

The top floor is the office of the president and directors, as well as the conference room.

This meeting room is specially prepared for directors' meetings, and will only be used when directors are in meetings.

Arman didn't even go to his own office, but went straight to the conference room.

Passing by Portis' office, the door was left open.

Portis saw him coming, stood up and called out, "Mr. Arman."

Alman didn't turn his head back and said, "A meeting!"

This stunned Portis, what is this guy doing?Still talking to yourself in this tone?How the hell do you think you can still be president today?
After being stunned for a while, Portis curled his lips and said, "Idiot!"

Pick up the phone, call each director, and inform everyone that Arman is here and the meeting can be held.

Arman walked into the conference room and sat on the central seat, but looked out the window...

When everyone came in, he had no intention of standing up.

Instead, he murmured: "Everything should be over..."

(End of this chapter)