Sun Chuanrong stood on the stage with a microphone in hand, glancing at the time on his watch. It was already time for the summit to begin.
But below the stage... it was still a chaotic mess.
What the hell is going on?
The originally harmonious Traditional Medicine Summit has somehow split into two camps: traditional medicine and western medicine?
And Lin Tian, if you're going to talk, just talk. Why are you standing on the table? Do you not care about the officials' dignity by looking down on them from up there?
There was a staff member next to him, wanting to remind him to quickly stop the farce below.
But the staff member didn't dare to speak, as his position wasn't as high as Sun Chuanrong's.
Sun Chuanrong actually knew this farce should end, but... things had spiraled beyond control.
Is Lin Tian this capable of causing trouble?
...
Liu Mang looked up at Lin Tian, forced to tilt his head because this guy was standing ridiculously high.
