As he spoke, he imdiately turned to the crowd inside the conference room, raising his voice with an undeniable urgency:
"What are you all still standing there for? Get up quickly, and give a warm welco to Minister Luo with your most enthusiastic applause!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Station Chief Feng began clapping vigorously himself.
After a mont of stunned disbelief, the conference room imdiately erupted with thunderous applause.
Everyone stood up from their seats, their faces showing genuine or feigned excitent, their eyes fixed intensely on the crew-cut man.
"Minister Luo?"
Xu Hao felt a shock in his heart.
For Station Chief Feng, a level 9 division head and the top authority in the East Capital, to flatter and deferentially address soone as "Minister."
He must at least be a heavyweight at the board level!
He, like many others present, was filled with curiosity and awe for the identity of this "Imperial Envoy" sent directly from headquarters.
For the elite mbers of the Noah Organization, those above level 10 are lofty leaders, elusive like legendary dragons.
They belong to another mysterious world altogether.
It’s no wonder the eting was delayed for so long; they were waiting for this real big shot.
The man known as "Minister Luo" gave a nod with no expression, his deep gaze sweeping slowly across the room like a tangible presence.
As his gaze passed by Xu Hao and Ma Biao, there seed to be a slight pause for a split second.
Fang Cheng’s spirit tightened abruptly!
Discovered?
Impossible!
The "unidirectional projection" of consciousness is a purely spiritual link, extrely covert, undetectable even by the host themselves, let alone outsiders.
With Minister Luo’s level of expertise, he might perceive slight anomalies in Xu Hao’s ntal state, but he could never directly detect Fang Cheng’s presence.
Sure enough, Minister Luo’s gaze lingered on Xu Hao for less than half a second before moving away as if nothing happened.
It seed just a casual glance, having revealed no clues.
Fang Cheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but simultaneously felt a twinge of caution.
This person’s perception ability is frighteningly sharp; if he becos an enemy in the future, extra caution is necessary.
And furthermore, Fang Cheng couldn’t shake the feeling that Minister Luo’s face and aura had a strange familiarity, as if seen sowhere before, though he couldn’t quite rember.
Perhaps it’s just an illusion...
Fang Cheng temporarily suppressed his doubts, continuing to observe through Xu Hao’s perspective.
Station Chief Feng, like a diligent attendant, cautiously guided Minister Luo to the head seat at the conference table, sitting himself in an adjacent guest seat.
He cleared his throat, adjusted the gold-rimd glasses on his nose, smiling as he began a formal opening speech.
The main content was nothing more than gratitude for Minister Luo’s precious ti amidst his busy schedule to personally provide guidance.
Then he lavishly praised Minister Luo’s brilliance and valor, as well as his deep care for the East Capital Branch, claiming this will surely set the future direction for the branch’s work and so on.
Fang Cheng listened, bored to tears, while Xu Hao cursed Station Chief Feng, his ancestors up to the eighteenth generation, in his mind.
"Damn, Feng the skinner only knows how to play these shady acts; can’t he just get to the point? I’m still waiting to go back and play cards..."
Finally, as Station Chief Feng’s flattering opening speech ca to an end, they arrived at the key point.
"Gentlen."
Station Chief Feng surveyed the room with a serious tone: "The main purpose of calling everyone here today, I believe, is already clear in your minds."
He paused, deliberately directing his gaze at Zhuo Feng, with a hint of approving smile on his face.
"Regarding our target for this operation, and the latest relevant intel, let’s hear from our Intelligence Departnt’s Captain Zhuo Feng, who will detail this for us all."
"Captain Zhuo and his team have worked tirelessly, exhausting themselves day and night to acquire this valuable intel for the operation, and we should give them a round of applause in encouragent!"
Scattered and perfunctory applause echoed in the eting room, far less enthusiastic than the welco for Minister Luo.
Ma Biao even exaggeratedly whistled, causing many to turn and look.
In the slightly awkward atmosphere, Zhuo Feng stood up, but his face showed unmistakable self-satisfaction and pride.
He began by bowing deeply to Minister Luo seated at the head, adopting a very low posture to show respect.
Then he proceeded to the opposite end of the conference room to the podium, fiddling a bit with the presentation equipnt.
The projection screen behind him tily illuminated, displaying a half-length photo of a young man.
The man in the photo appeared to be in his twenties, with delicate and handso features, prominent brows and eyes that sparkled, a high bridge nose, and slightly thin lips, with a naturally lancholic aura.
Beneath slightly disheveled black hair, his gaze was clear and profound, seemingly holding infinite starlight.
This was a standard pretty boy, one of those types likely to make young girls squeal.
Facing the crowd, Zhuo Feng cleared his throat and began his intelligence briefing:
"Ladies and gentlen, after tireless pursuit and investigation by our Intelligence Departnt, we’ve finally pinpointed the target of this operation—the true identity of the mysterious expert causing notable trouble for the organization recently."
"This person is nad Cheng Jiashu, age twenty-five, and his profession is an idol singer."
As Fang Cheng saw this photo, the burden in his heart finally eased.
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