"The 62nd Global Summit is about to begin."

"Media friends and admission representatives please take your seats as soon as possible."

In the magnificent auditorium, the host sitting in the corner of the rostrum spoke calmly: "The first item of the summit is the annual summary, delivered by the president of Beijing University and a powerful figure in our country."

"Relevant documents and information have been placed in the upper right corner of your desk. Please read and prepare in advance..."

After loosening his tight tie, Chen Yu wore a suit and was led by the hostess to the first row of seats.

"Mr. Chen, your name tag is over there." The etiquette lady pointed forward with a smile.

"OK."

Nodding, Chen Yu squeezed in.

In the first row of seats, there were many faces he was familiar with, but most of them could not be named.

In short, no one's strength is lower than level 8.

except him.

'Can I now be on an equal footing with level 8 bosses?'

"Tsk, tsk."

"Hey, those in front, please retract your legs and thank you..."

After a while, Chen Yu moved to his seat and sat down. First he picked up the document in the upper right corner and flipped through it. Then Ge You lay down and leaned on the back of the chair, looking around. Suddenly he found that on the table next to him, there was

The famous brand of "Bahuangyi".

"Does this guy sit next to me?"

"How can he, a wanted criminal who is 'dead', show his face?"

"..."

"It's annoying to look at him."

Taking the "Bahuang Yi" name tag, Chen Yu threw it under the table, closed his eyes and rested, waiting for the summit to begin.

Not long after, the old director came over and put a paper manuscript on Chen Yu's desk: "Have a look. It's best to memorize it."

"what is this?"

"A speech for a while."

"Do you...do you have to give a speech?"

"Well. Regarding the information about your talent, the superiors are not prepared to make it public. But you will have to show your face in the future, so I have given you a more important position. You have to show your face."

"...Okay." Chen Yu took the paper and glanced at it briefly: "Do you allow me to improvise? This manuscript feels retarded."

"No. You must read it as written!"

"Then go away and don't interfere with me memorizing the manuscript."

"Global Summit, don't mess around." The old director solemnly warned.

"Of course." Chen Yu nodded readily: "You still don't believe me, Chen Yu."

Old director: "..."

Upon hearing this, the old director stood in silence for a long time. He suddenly took out his mobile phone and contacted the logistics team: "Hello? It's me. The content of the summit here has to be temporarily changed, and the speech section of Chen Yu's midfielder has been cancelled."

Chen Yu: "?"

"Yes, he has nothing to do with him anymore. When announcing his position in our school, just give him a shot."

Chen Yu: "???"

"Okay, please excuse me..."

"Wait...wait a minute!" Chen Yu reacted suddenly, stood up and grabbed the phone: "Director, what do you want to do?"

"You didn't hear me and you still asked?"

"Where's the speech you promised?"

"Cancel it first." The old director blocked Chen Yu's hand and hung up the phone: "Your last sentence reminded me. How willful a person can believe in you, Chen Yu."

Chen Yu: "..."

[Suffering psychological damage: Spirit +7]

"You don't have to memorize manuscripts or anything else. Just sit like this for now."

The old director patted Chen Yu on the shoulder, turned around and was about to leave, but was grabbed by Chen Yu again.

"Director, what matters in the relationship between people is keeping one's word. When I said I wouldn't talk, you insisted on letting me talk. Now that I have said it, you won't let me do it. It's inexplicable!"

"I suddenly realized that you might be talking nonsense."

"Fart!" Chen Yu rolled up his sleeves: "Ever since I was a child, I have always been honest."

"Are you..." The old director looked Chen Yu up and down: "Do you want to give a speech?"

"right."

"...Since you want to, I can't let you go. You must not have been able to hold back the fart in your intestines."

Chen Yu: "..."

[Suffering psychological damage: Mental power +9]

Old Director: "Who knows what nonsense you will talk about. That's it."

"If you don't let me go on stage, I will change my master."

"...you have some fucking humanity."

"Human nature is always only for people."

"..."

"You really want to go on stage?" After a long stalemate, the old director asked tentatively.

"I didn't want to go at first. But the more you don't let me go, the more I want to go." Chen Yu tilted his head and patted his forehead hard: "Hey, we old Beijingers can't compete with each other for authenticity."

"Then you call me master."

"Master." Chen Yu spoke decisively without any reservation.

"Guarantee safe and sound reading."

"Don't worry. If I read one more word, I will pluck my head off and put it in your coffin."

Old director: "..."

"Can you tell me something?" Chen Yuhuan pointed to both sides: "No, I will find someone else to be my master."

"make a deal."

"Snapped!"

After giving Chen Yu a hard slap, the old director took out his cell phone again and dialed the number of the logistics team.

Within two seconds, the call was connected.

"Hello? Yes, it's me. How are the changes to the summit arrangements going? What? Are the changes completed? That's OK. Please change it back."

"Why? No why, classmate Chen Yu can give a speech again."

"It's inconvenient..."

After putting down the phone for a moment, the old director looked at Chen Yu and lowered his voice: "It's inconvenient for them."

Chen Yu decisively turned his head, leaned forward and patted the level 8 martial arts master sitting on the left: "Hey, senior, do you have any plans to recruit disciples in the near future..."

"Gan!"

The old director suddenly became excited and shouted loudly on the phone: "If it is not convenient to change... then you will be fired. Replace with someone who can change..."

finally.

Thanks to the "efforts" of the old director, the summit arrangements were carried out according to the original plan.

Chen Yu was very satisfied, leaned back on his seat, and began to read the contents of the speech carefully.

Not long after the old director left, Bahuang Yi came over wearing a crisp suit and stood directly in front of the first row. He scanned it from beginning to end and found his name tag, and immediately frowned.

Soon, he noticed Chen Yu, quickly approached and asked, "Do you know where I sit?"

Chen Yu carefully read through the manuscript without raising his head: "That's unethical."

"Where's the sign on the seat next to you?"

"That's unethical."

"vacancy?"

"That's unethical."

Bahuang Yi: "..."
To be continued...