Sinking into the Sea of Desire: A Wife-Swapping Victim's Confession - Chapter 177 Celebration Banquet 4

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Everyone toasted. This collaboration between the company's partners had yielded considerable profits and also boosted the product's brand awareness. He kept praising my marketing and promotional planning, and even hinted that if there was an opportunity to work together in the future, I could work for his company.
Of course I'm not stupid; I wouldn't dare show any disloyalty in front of the boss. I repeatedly emphasized that I've been with the company for several years, am familiar with the work environment, and am very satisfied with the company's benefits. I specifically stressed that I've been there for almost five years, partly to show the boss and the other senior executives how loyal I am! I hoped they would remember that.
Those who can sit in this room are all shrewd people; they can tell right from wrong. The boss praised them several times and even instructed the general manager to make exceptions for long-term employees like them in the future, discussing ways to improve their benefits and compensation. He also said that those who make significant contributions to the company in the future could have their year-end bonuses increased further.
All that praise is nonsense; this is what I want to hear. The boss has spoken, so a raise seems certain. But I still hope to climb the ladder, though I can't rush it. Showing too much greed will only annoy people and backfire. If I can keep my current position, great; if not, there will be other opportunities. I don't expect to turn my life around this time.
Knowing I'd get a raise made me much happier. My wife was happy for me too; seeing me valued made her even happier than if she'd gotten a promotion herself. She smiled broadly and excitedly kept secretly squeezing my hand.
After chatting for a while, Gao Yue came out to remind them, "It's almost time, the banquet can begin."
Huo Sibao then got up and invited everyone to go out and greet the guests. Walking behind the boss made me feel more prestigious, and even the managers who had never associated with someone like me before looked at me with a hint of envy. This satisfied my little bit of self-esteem once again.
He felt proud and basked in the glory, but nothing substantial had changed. On the surface, he still had to play the subservient role and put on a smiling face.
A large group of people walked back to the lawn, and someone stood on the steps that had been set up in the middle, gathering everyone together. It was the same old opening speech, followed by inviting the boss to go up and say a few words.
The boss was used to these kinds of occasions. He confidently went on stage and delivered the same old lines: thanking partners over the years, everyone present, executives, and employees who couldn't attend. Although his Chinese wasn't great, he occasionally managed to crack a couple of half-hearted jokes, making everyone laugh and livening up the atmosphere considerably.
The boss and several other executives had all given speeches, and I thought it was almost over and the banquet was about to begin. To my utter surprise, the boss called on me to go on stage and say a few words.
I was instantly stunned. Gao Yue hadn't told me I was going to speak on stage, otherwise I could have prepared a speech earlier. Now, out of the blue, I was being dragged up there. My mind went blank. I glanced at Gao Yue, and she was looking at me innocently too. It seemed she was unaware of it either; it was purely the boss's sudden idea.
I don't know if the boss wanted to set an example for the company, create a celebrity effect, or had some other purpose. With so many celebrities and wealthy people there, and me, a lowly laborer who does manual labor all day, standing there... I have to say, my heart was pounding, my legs were shaking, and all I wanted to do was run away.
My wife gently nudged me and gave me an encouraging look. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, but it was no use. I was now stuck, like a cooked duck, with no way out. The boss had called my name in front of so many people; even if it meant facing a bloody path, I had to charge forward. I mustered my courage and walked onto the stage.
Several times during the journey, I considered running away, and even thought about making up an excuse to play dead. But this was also a tremendous opportunity, to show my face in front of so many people. It was the first and possibly the only opportunity I had waited for over several years. It was a chance for a nobody like me to gain some recognition in the industry overnight, for more people to know me, and for the road ahead to be much easier.
I walked shakily onto the stage, took the microphone from the host, and almost dropped it. I took a few deep breaths before speaking, but my heart was still pounding. I opened my mouth several times, but I didn't know what to say.
Finally, a brilliant idea struck me, and I remembered my old, unchanging routine. First, I thanked the company for its support and the leadership for their care, praising the company and other such niceties. Then came the usual platitudes about loyalty, promising to work even harder and perform better in the future. Although I stammered a bit at first and couldn't speak fluently, I finally mustered the courage to finish. I didn't say anything particularly insightful, but at least I made an appearance. After the host announced the start of the banquet, the effect was obvious. Most of those present were social elites, and of course they knew the purpose of their invitation. Many of their colleagues also envied the company's excellent performance. Only at this moment did those present realize that I was the one who orchestrated the event.
When I first walked into the villa, nobody paid any attention to me, but now everyone knows me. The next step was drinking, building rapport, and trying to build relationships. Many people I didn't know at all handed me their business cards, saying they wanted to go out for tea sometime. Some companies even offered to hire me if I wanted to switch jobs, saying the salary was negotiable. Someone even asked me if I took on freelance work.
Even if I don't know them, I still have to greet them one by one with a smile. At first, I could handle it with ease, but after a few rounds of people coming in for a drink and taking a sip, I started to lose my composure.
I was a little tipsy, and surrounded by people wearing expensive watches and carrying designer bags, I honestly felt a bit uncomfortable. I felt like the ugly duckling among a flock of swans. My wife, on the other hand, remained calm and composed. When I couldn't handle the situation, she would step in to smooth things over and find a way to save face. As a man, I felt a little resentful, but I had to keep smiling and pretend to be calm.
I've lost count of how many strangers I've talked to. My smile is a little stiff, my pockets are almost full of business cards, and the number of people I can contact is gradually decreasing. I never thought that being anxious could be so tiring.
I can finally relax a bit. Luckily, my wife is here to support me, otherwise I might have embarrassed myself during the process. She seemed very excited tonight, even happier than me. Her smile was sweeter than flowers, and everyone was greeted with smiles. Many people praised her in conversation, saying that I married a good wife.
Before long, people here not only knew that I had planned the project, but also that I had a beautiful and generous wife. She was in high spirits all night, seemingly not tired at all. I understood her little scheme of relying on her husband's status, and I was actually quite grateful for her efforts.
"Mr. Xu is indeed very talented!"
Just as my wife and I were taking a break in the crowd, a familiar voice came from behind us.
I turned around in confusion and saw Zhou Cang and Mu Xinru. I never expected to run into them. I asked in surprise, "What are you doing here?"
"What? You can come, but we can't?" Zhou Cang said provocatively.
"Of course not, you know that's not what I meant," I replied with a wry smile.
He glanced at Mu Xinru beside him and nodded in greeting. She still smiled shyly, and her attire was very understated, but it was precisely this shyness and timid demeanor that attracted men. Like a white lotus flower in the mud, one had to search carefully to see the beauty hidden within.
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