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As Wang Maonian finished speaking, a wave of cheers erupted once again inside the stadium.

"That's right, President Chen only set the morning run rule for the sake of our physical health."

"Support President Chen!!!"

"I didn't expect there to be such ungrateful people in the Group."

"I'm going to keep a close eye on tomorrow's morning run to see exactly who is badmouthing Mingri Group behind our backs."

"To put it plainly, regardless of whether the morning run is for the employees' physical health, it's still a company policy. If you don't like this policy, you can just change companies, right? It's just like how if you don't like working overtime, you can just switch to a company that doesn't require overtime."

"…"

In the spectator stands, Chen Mo listened to the shouts in the stadium, rubbed his temples with a headache, and cast a faint, lingering glance at Wang Maonian.

This guy, he really is a busybody!

Those employees aren't satisfied with the morning run and aren't working well—isn't that a good thing?

Now that you've said that, which employee would dare to slack off anymore?

"President Chen, are you alright?" Shen Rou noticed that Chen Mo's state was a bit off and hurriedly asked.

"I'm fine!" Chen Mo shook his head helplessly; he was already accustomed to such small mishaps.

Shen Rou cast a suspicious glance at Chen Mo, then fell into deep thought. She thought to herself, President Chen must be feeling heartbroken because of the employees' misunderstanding of the morning run.

That's right! It was clearly intended for their physical health, yet it was misunderstood as corporal punishment. Who would feel good if they were in his shoes?

A cold glint flashed in Shen Rou's eyes. She felt extremely indignant toward those employees who didn't know how to be grateful or satisfied.

It's just that President Chen is kind-hearted and unwilling to scold those employees, so he keeps these misunderstandings bottled up inside.

Thinking of this, Shen Rou immediately took out her phone and quickly composed a message to send to the Manager Group Chat.

"Although the matter of the morning run is small, if it continues to develop, it will be detrimental to the unity of the company's employees. Furthermore, such comments are clearly disrespectful to President Chen."

"Therefore, strictly monitor the morning run from now on; such people will absolutely not be allowed to remain in the company."

After sending the message, she silently put her phone away, thinking to herself that since President Chen didn't want to be the bad guy, she would do it for him.

In the spectator stands, the Group of managers lowered their heads to look at their phones, then exchanged glances and nodded.

On the podium, Wang Maonian had finished speaking and had already stepped down. The host began to announce the Group employees for the next sports event.

After a while, the last award-winning employee received their prize, and all the winners gathered for a Group photo.

Du Xiaoxiao held her phone toward the podium, and the comments in the Livestream room were scrolling rapidly.

[Damn, are the prizes for this awards ceremony really gold, silver, and bronze?]

[That can't be real, right? If it's actual gold, silver, and bronze, how much would that cost?]

[Exactly, that gold trophy from just now—looking at its size and weight, it must be several pounds, right?]

[It should be real. The expressions of those people looking at the medals—if they were fake, they couldn't have those expressions.]

[Host Xiaoxiao, hurry up and tell us if the prizes are real or fake?]

[…]

Du Xiaoxiao looked at the comments in the Livestream room, thought for a moment, and spoke slowly.

"Brothers, the medals handed out at this sports meet are all made of pure gold. I can take you to have a look."

As she spoke, Du Xiaoxiao headed straight toward Wang Maonian, who had won an award. She had encountered him once before when he had visited the Pet Park, and they had chatted for a while then.

"Minister Wang!" She walked over and greeted him gently.

"Oh! Xiaoxiao, is something the matter?" Wang Maonian looked up at Du Xiaoxiao, who was walking over.

"It's like this, Minister Wang: the Brothers in my Livestream room have doubts about whether the medals issued by our Mingri Group are made of pure gold."

"So I wanted to come over and show them." Du Xiaoxiao explained.

"Is that so!" Upon hearing this, Wang Maonian's expression became serious. He looked up at the camera of the Livestream room and said earnestly.

"Brothers, our Mingri Group would never use fake items to fool our employees. All the medals handed out today are made of real gold and silver."

"I can show everyone." As Wang Maonian spoke, he took the medal hanging around his neck, took a windproof lighter from his pocket, and proceeded to burn the medal directly in front of the camera of the Livestream room.

The medal turned slightly black at first, but soon, the blackened areas gradually disappeared, returning to their original golden color, and it became brighter the more it was burned.

After a while, Wang Maonian put away the lighter and picked up a bottle of mineral water from the side, pouring it onto the heated prize to let the medal cool down. He placed the medal in front of the camera, and the medal showed no changes whatsoever.

"See that, Brothers? Real gold fears no fire."

In the Livestream room: [Damn, it really is gold. This Mingri Group is generous.]

[I didn't expect it to really be gold. Given the size of this medal, it must be at least 200 grams.]

[Why did the gold turn black when it first started burning? Could it be fake?]

[The person above doesn't understand; that was just the carbon particles attached to the surface of the gold that hadn't been fully burned off yet. Once fully burned, it returns to the gold's original color. This is a normal phenomenon.]

[I've worked in a jewelry store; this is definitely real gold.]

[What was the name of this Group again? I want all their information within one minute. I want to join.]

[Forget it, the person above. Nowadays, the queue to join Mingri Group is so long you wouldn't even know where it ends.]

[…]

Du Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief as she saw the skeptical comments in the Livestream room gradually decrease. She really didn't want the people in the Livestream room to misunderstand that Mingri Group was using fake prizes to fool employees.

"Everyone believes it now, right? Those prizes really are made of real gold and silver."

As soon as she finished speaking, the voice from the commentary booth sounded again.

"The awards ceremony has concluded. Brothers who didn't win an award can go back, train harder, and fight again next year. Next, we will proceed to the final segment of the sports meet."

"I believe everyone has been looking forward to this segment for a long time: the final lucky draw segment."

"I also know a little about this lucky draw segment; it has some changes compared to the previous lucky draws. Previously, you drew two raffle tickets, but this time there is only one ticket. However, the ticket has two prizes written on it, along with the prices of the prizes."

"The rest of the lucky draw rules remain unchanged. If you don't need the items on the raffle ticket, you can exchange them for cash of equivalent value."

"Of course, there is another big change to the lucky draw at this sports meet: there are three raffle tickets that only have one prize, but the value of this prize…"

The host's words stopped abruptly here.