With an unremarkable appearance, wearing a long robe washed to a faded white, sleeves neatly rolled up to his forearms, he looked less like someone wielding power and more like an ordinary school teacher.
But the moment he stepped into the conference room, everyone present stood up almost simultaneously, their gazes fixed on him, even their breathing seemed to slow by half a beat.
"Alright, everyone sit down."
The middle-aged man's voice wasn't loud, yet it carried an invisible penetrative force.
He walked straight to the head of the mahogany table and sat behind the nameplate inscribed with "Yuan Gang," lightly tapping the tabletop with his fingertips.
"The infection wave has just passed, let's dispense with idle talk."
He raised his eyes towards the upper left side: "Hou Rui, report the data."
"Yes, Deputy City Lord."
Hou Rui, the spokesperson of the Technology Faction, immediately responded, pushing up the glasses on his nose and began to calmly enumerate the data.
