"Xiaoyun, you're twenty minutes late."
As Yiming pointed it out loudly through the speaker, a young man in a military uniform was running up to the stage as fast as he could.
"Not my fault... Yiming, what the hell are those cameras doing here?" Xiaoyun quietly whispered as he pulled him aside.
"You're being recorded live."
Within seconds, Xiaoyun's face immediately changed. He calmly walked back over to the podium, taking over Yiming's spot earlier.
"Ahem, good morning, everyone. I hope you all have spent the weekend with your loved ones and friends."
Down below were rows upon rows of soldiers looking up to him. All of them had sweat falling from their faces underneath the hot sun.
Not a single one of them moved an inch as some of the cameras panned over to them, with their hands tightly holding onto their service rifle AKMs.
"Sorry about being late. My wives made me stay up way too late last night... Ahem, back to main business."
