The grand opening of the Peak Group was conducted with extraordinary enthusiasm and grandeur.
The enormous stage, ten meters in both length and width, was crowded with people. Even Leng Xiaojie, a highly reputable figure in Wanghai City, could only stand beneath it.
Despite standing beneath the stage, Leng Xiaojie appeared to be nodding and bowing, looking immensely satisfied.
Because most of those on the stage were figures he had to look up to.
On the stage were people in tailored suits, exuding great authority, and among them were some elders, with grey hair and beards, looking even more imposing.
In the midst of these elders, like a bright star surrounded by lesser stars, stood the youngest person on the entire stage, Wang Yan.
At this moment, San, Sun Da, and others beamed with joy; they could not fathom that the newly established Peak Group managed to invite such influential figures.
But who exactly brought these magnates here? Could it be Wang Yan?
