Zhongyang TV Station.
Local TV stations.
Even so county-level TV stations.
Not only traditional broadcast and television dia, but even live studios of major network brands, as well as so overseas channels hosted by Great Xia people.
At this mont, they are all promoting a news conference scene.
The setup is extrely simple.
On the stage, there is no large screen, nor are there huge posters.
There is just a large white cloth with a black logo printed on it.
The logo is very simple, a number 9 written in Chinese characters, surrounded by a circle of mist.
This is the logo of The Ninth Bureau, representing the only official supernatural organization in the world!
And this news conference is organized by The Ninth Bureau!
However, this ti, Zhang Beixing, the director of The Ninth Bureau, did not attend the press conference.
The conference is scheduled for 9 a.m., and there are just ten seconds left before it begins.
Xu Feng was offstage, feeling so nervous that his hands were trembling slightly. He had never led such a significant event before.
Especially when the director inford him that even before the start, the conference already had an audience of over a hundred million watching live worldwide.
He beca even more nervous, continuously wiping the sweat from his palms with tissues, as if it could never dry.
Five, four, three, two.
One!
The ti arrived.
Despite his nervousness, Xu Feng had no choice but to grit his teeth and walk onto the stage. Facing the caras and microphones below, he swallowed his saliva quietly and then spoke to the audience.
"Thank you to all our dia friends for attending this news conference organized by The Ninth Bureau."
"Today, this press conference is mainly to announce three things to the citizens of Great Xia."
"First, as of today, I am officially appointed as the interim captain of the Extraordinary Reserve Squad of The Ninth Bureau."
"Second, after a week of rigorous training, the seven-mber squad has successfully promoted one Grandmaster Martial Artist and six Class A Martial Artists."
"Third..."
"..."
Zhang Beixing actually was present at the news conference, just not standing in front.
He was in the back working room, standing with the director, watching the footage on the screen, nodding.
Xu Feng, although usually quiet and sowhat introverted,
when truly needed to step up, he would not shy away.
Very well, which ans he didn't misjudge him.
As Zhang Beixing watched the live broadcast with a smile, a person in military uniform approached him.
"Hello, Minister Zhang, sorry to disturb you, but the chief wishes to see you now."
With that, the lieutenant colonel gestured towards the door, inviting Zhang Beixing.
Zhang Beixing knew exactly who the chief was, who else would summon him if not Zhang Delin?
Being called over before the press conference ended indicated an urgent matter.
Zhang Beixing didn't hesitate and stood up to follow the lieutenant colonel.
Zhang Delin, located on the sa floor, was not far, and it took just over a minute to arrive.
The lieutenant colonel knocked on the door, and upon hearing Zhang Delin's voice, opened it and gestured for Zhang Beixing to enter.
As Zhang Beixing walked in, the lieutenant colonel closed the door, ensuring no one would interrupt the conversation between the two leaders.
Upon entering, Zhang Beixing glanced at Zhang Delin, who was sitting at his desk, watching the live broadcast of the news conference.
Finding a nearby sofa, he sat down, picked up an orange, peeled it, and asked while eating, "What's the rush to call over?"
Zhang Delin, upon hearing this, lowered the volu, stood up, and walked over to Zhang Beixing.
With furrowed brows, he sighed heavily upon approaching.
Opening his mouth, he quickly closed it again, appearing to struggle with his words.
This frustrated Zhang Beixing.
"Uncle Zhang, if you don't want to say anything, I'll leave now."
"Judging by your expression, it doesn't seem like good news. You've built up the suspense, so I'd better withdraw."
With that, Zhang Beixing started to get up to leave.
Zhang Delin quickly stopped him, pressing him back into the sofa, saying.
"Xiao Zhang, this matter really requires your input, possibly needing you to travel abroad."
"Hmm?"
Zhang Beixing's eyes narrowed.
"What's going on? Normally when I ntion going abroad, you panic as if soone is taking away your belongings and you refuse. Why are you now asking to go voluntarily?"
Zhang Delin wanted to explain, but didn't know where to start.
Finally, he took out his phone, opened a video, and handed it to Zhang Beixing.
Zhang Beixing raised an eyebrow, took the phone.
In the video, snow was falling heavily, with deep snow on the ground.
The architectural style imdiately suggested it wasn't dostic.
There were three people in the footage seemingly conversing, but soon, a group of large n wielding weapons stord a building.
The scenes were quite normal, just gang fights, seen even dostically.
Even in dark corners locally, such incidents wouldn't surprise Zhang Beixing.
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