Subsequently, Chairman Zhan at the front made a directive.
Xiao Jianming received the message from Chairman Zhan, squinted slightly with his old eyes, nodded, and said to Chairman Zhan's secretary, "Then, I'll oblige and go up to say a few words."
The hall was silent.
Xiao Jianming adjusted his grey suit jacket, suddenly stood up like a soldier, back straight, eyes looking forward. His steps were filled with a soldier-like sense of power, each one seemingly able to shake the hearts of others.
Just looking at this aura, the old crocodile is incomparable to the White Flower Snake.
Chen Jiaming couldn't help but lower his eyes.
Previously, he had fought the old crocodile many times, losing every battle, which seemed to have left him with a shadow of never being able to win.
Gu Nuan buried her head, not knowing what she was doing.
