The old man took a microphone from the staff next to him and said directly, "Hello everyone."
A gentle wave of laughter came from the audience, as the old man had held the microphone upside down.
The staff quickly stepped forward to help the old man hold the microphone correctly.
The old man said sheepishly, "Sorry, it's my first time using this thing, I've made a fool of myself!"
As soon as he said this, the laughter vanished completely from the scene.
It's just a microphone, who hasn't seen one these days? It's like saying someone hasn't seen headphones; it's unimaginable.
However, the old man's face was filled with sincerity, it seemed he truly hadn't seen this thing before.
"My name is Song Qingniu." The old man's third sentence made Song Yun pause, as this person's surname was the same as his own; it seemed quite fateful.
"I just saw a leader called Song Yun, who shares my surname. Hehe." Song Qingniu smiled and looked at Song Yun.
Song Yun smiled and nodded.
