Guiying nodded. Luo Cheng approached from the side, followed by Ma Defeng.
"The venue is secure. Our people are stationed around the building, and the surveillance system has been checked."
"That's good."
Guiying looked toward the stage. There was no elaborate decoration, only a podium and a large screen bearing his name.
He hadn't wanted anything extravagant. The purpose of the conference was simple.
He was here to speak.
Nothing more.
Fu Pei handed him the briefcase. "You'll need this."
Guiying accepted it, his fingers brushing over the cover before he opened it for one final glance.
He had already read the statement countless times, and Bai Feng had polished every section until there was nothing unnecessary left.
He closed the briefcase. "Let's begin."
The room gradually quieted as the reporters noticed him approaching the stage.
Several cameras lifted at once.
