China's Chairman Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

The question-and-answer interview went on for about twenty minutes or so, and while the mayor's secretary arranged for the reporters to leave the ward, Mayor Qiao stayed behind. Qiao Jingjia introduced them, "This is Mu Zenin, the chairman of the Mu Group." She looked toward Mu Zenin, her cheeks remaining red with excitement, "Zenin, this is Mayor Qiao, he ...... is my father." Mu Zenin's eyes widened slightly, seemingly in disbelief. He had never heard Qiao Jingjia mention her father! Much less had he heard that Mayor Qiao had a daughter working in the Procuratorate! Mayor Qiao shook hands with Mu Zenin, very cordial: "Hello Mr. Mu, Jingjia often mentions you to me, taking on a family busin

Said Master Triniti as he watched Chairman Tesla who liked to look daydreaming. "Nothing, my friend" said Chairman Tesla answering the Trinity Master's question with a smiling face. "Tell me what is this about him ?" Said Master Triniti to Chairman Tesla who looked confused as to what he meant. "Him ? Who do you mean my friend ?" Said Chairman Tesla who returned to ask Master Triniti. "He is your grandson Liem. You can't lie to me what else to hide it" Said Master Triniti to the Tesla chairman to be more open if something bothered him and his mind.

When the call did not go through, unable to reach his grandson, Yang Tian-Xu; Grandfather Yang called Assistant Tseng. Assistant Tseng jumped out of his seat as he saw the caller's ID. It was from the chairman. He felt his hands sweating, as he shivered uncontrollably, like his heart was about to drop out of his chest! He answered it in prompt time, without letting the phone ring again for a second time.

Whispers of speculation and questions rippled through the crowd like a wave, as everyone tried to make sense of what the chairman had just said. "Forgive me, Madame Zora, but did you say proceedings involving your grandson?" The director's confusion had now reached a fever pitch. He wracked his brain but couldn't recall making any such request related to the chairman's grandson. "Yes, Director Chan. Our grandson. I believe he has an amicable settlement to attend to," the matriarch replied firmly, her voice leaving no room for doubt. Her words only served to deepen the mystery and confusion among the onlookers.

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Tang Yu accepted the tissues desolately and picked up his cup again to mask his awkwardness. "The other party is the chairman of Huo Enterprises, Huo Mingche."

how can that even be possible! Xi Lan exited the car to open the door for his boss. ... "Ohh, my baby.." Mrs.chan hurriedly hugged Xiao xiao as soon as she sees her enter the house. All the maids have lined up in both sides of the door to vowed to the young miss. Mrs.chan is the headmaster of the Bai White House.

It bore no markings, no lights. "The man your mother ran from," Damien said. "The man who truly owns the Harrington name. And your father’s soul." The bedroom door slammed open. It wasn't Sarah or Elena. It was a man in a gray suit, his face a mask of scarred flesh, carrying a heavy silencer-equipped pistol. "Mr. Chen," the man said, his voice like grinding stones. "The Chairman is here. He’s asking for the bride." Damien didn't let go of me. He pulled me behind him, his body a shield of silk and muscle.

The scent of tea and sandalwood drifted through the air. We entered a large room lit only by lantern light. At the center of the room sat an elderly man behind a low table. His silver hair was combed back neatly, his posture perfectly straight despite his age. A porcelain tea set rested before him as he calmly poured two cups. Without looking up, he spoke. “You took your time coming to see me, Mr. Edison.” His voice was calm… but sharp. This was Zixuan Yang. The most powerful businessman in China. I walked forward and sat across from him.

I could still hear the steady rhythm of a knife against the cutting board as she continued preparing dinner. “Speaking of the chairman,” I said, mostly to change the subject before she could start asking questions again, “now that I know the name of the parent company, maybe I can finally figure out who he is.” I picked up my phone and typed Ambercaz chairman into the search bar.