The old man was dressed in an extremely exquisite manner, wearing a grey flannel suit that was straight and straight without any wrinkles. He had a neat scarf in his pocket on his chest, a top hat on his head, a black crutch in his hand, a hooked nose, and a pair of eyes with a sharp and cold light. When he looked around, he seemed to have a majestic atmosphere of being in a high position for a long time, and naturally revealed it.

As the old man walked in, the legends at the long table in the conference room stood up from their seats and bowed slightly to the old man:

"His Excellency Martin."

Such a scene is almost rare and difficult to get.

Because looking at the entire world professional e-sports circle, the number of people who are qualified to treat this legendary powerhouse of the previous generations may not exceed the number of five fingers.

But the old man in front of him belongs to one of them without any doubt.

Martin Bord.

One of the three vice chairmen of the World Television Association headquarters.

The executive vice chairman in charge of the constitution and the drafting and formulating the general charter of professional e-sports, is also the one with the highest qualifications in the World Television Association. Even among the three vice chairmen of the headquarters, they rank first in the position of virtue and status, and are truly second only to the President of the World Television Association.

Of course, with the qualifications of several honorary consultants of the World Television Association on the table at this moment, they can be almost as close to the three vice chairmen, and they will not be much different.

Therefore, such a kind of tribute is more of a kind of respect.

Respect the old man in front of him and his achievements in his work and work for professional e-sports.

Faced with the greetings of the legends from previous generations in front of him, the older vice chairman of the World Television Association had a dull expression, but he just reached out and took off the hat on his head and put it in front of his belly. He also bowed his body slightly to greet him:

"Dear sirs"

As he said that, Martin's gaze swept over and fell on No. 5, who was beautiful and unparalleled among everyone:

"And...ma's."

No. 5 made a move to lift the hem of the skirt with a slightly bent kneel and bowed gracefully, and greeted with a smile:

"His Excellency Martin, long time no see."

Looking at No. 5, the old man, as the executive vice chairman of the World Television Association, showed a look of satisfaction in his eyes. The originally rigid and serious expression on his face finally calmed down a little. He nodded, then turned his head aside and saw No. 4. The latter also smiled and nodded slightly, and spoke respectfully and politely:

"Your Mightiness."

Martin nodded and said "Yes":

"Old Master 004."

“I received the latest annual report from the North American Telecommunications Association branch.”

“It was done very well.”

Number Four smiled:

"It is an honor for our North American branch to be recognized by our headquarters, but... it is also what we should do."

More satisfied with the respectful and humble attitude of No. 4, Martin smiled for the first time: "No need to be modest. Among the younger generation, there are not many people who can have such a serious and rigorous style of doing things. When we old guys retreat, our future position... we still need an outstanding person like you, 004, to take over the responsibility."

This is almost a very high praise and praise.

Even some of the information revealed in the words that were not deliberately concealed is amazing enough.

So when the legends present heard this sentence, they couldn't help but shake slightly, and looked at No. 4 with a little vigilance and alertness. Lee Daozai's eyes turned slightly and cold without saying a word, while Crow lowered his head and his deep light flashed in his pupils.

Then Martin's eyes also swept across the other people present, and greeted them one by one:

"His Excellency Crow."

"Your Excellency Daozai."

"His Excellency Bullet."

When such greetings were given, the expression on the face of the elderly World Electrical Association Executive Vice President Zhuan Xi returned to the serious and plain stereotyped manner, meticulous, but the other legends present dared not respond in a deliberate manner.

final.

After a circle.

Martin's eyes fell on the last one.

It was the one who clearly walked into the conference room and was closest to him, but he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, so the old man put it to the end.

No. 1 coughed, looked up at the old man in front of him, showing a smile that made people feel like spring breeze:

"Martin, it's been a long time since it's been done."

As the chief of the Honorary Advisory Group of the World Television Association, his status is even half higher than that of the three vice chairmen of the World Television Association headquarters. Even when facing this respected and executive old man who holds real power, he would not give in too much, and even needed to treat him solemnly.

But for the smile on No. 1 greetings like this, the smile on the old man's face completely restrained and disappeared, even more serious and indifferent than the ones he had just come. He just nodded in a very simple manner and spoke in a somewhat rigid tone:

"Old Master 001."

Although it seems that there is no problem.

But it is obvious that people can hear the meaning of alienation.

No. 3's eyelids twitched slightly.

Bullet next to him looked at No. 1 and Martin deeply.

Crow at the end of the long table on the other side seemed to turn a blind eye, while Shield, Arrow and Ghost behind him all showed a gloating expression on his face.

No. 5 and No. 4 here looked at each other and saw a faint sadness in each other's eyes.

...

Chu Fangnan drove quickly on the street to the center of Manchester City.

The cell phone rings.

Connect.

Open public release.

The calm voice of Fang Hao, the president of the Shanghai Television Association who is in China, came from the Bluetooth speaker in the car: "Anan, where have you been?"

Chu Fangnan, holding the steering wheel, replied quickly:

“It’s on the way.”

"It will take some time to get to the front and delay the matter. I didn't catch up with No. 1 and the others."

Fang Haoton paused on the other end of the phone:

"It's okay, don't worry, take your time."

"The matters over there... are left to No. 1 and the others, there is no problem."

Chu Fangnan smiled bitterly when he heard this, "I believe them, but in the end... I can't be at ease."

Fang Hao on the other end of the phone seemed to shake his head:

"You're over-concerned."

"The Vice Chairman of the World Television Association Headquarters is highly respected in our Television Association system. He is almost a person who respects the headquarter. He may be a little unkind in character, but he is still meticulous in doing business and never has any surprises. There will be no situation to worry about."

These words from Fang Hao’s mouth should indeed have sufficient credibility and comforting effect.

But even after hearing such a comforting explanation, Chu Fangnan was still a little uneasy. After hesitating for a moment, he carefully spoke:

"Brother Fang, I heard about it before..."

"That Excellency Martin, it seems that he had some unpleasant things with No. 1 back then."

"Is this...really?"

The other end of the phone went quiet for a moment.

Chu Fangnan subconsciously held his breath and waited nervously.

Finally, Fang Hao's voice sounded slowly again:

"Um."

“That’s true.”

This sentence can be said clearly from the tone that the president of the Shanghai Television Association on the other end of the phone could not hide the helplessness that was revealed.

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