It Has Already Rose to the Limit

Yanjing, Huayin Group, General Manager's Office.

The rich fragrance of tea filled the office. Zhao Mo and the other three were sitting lazily on the sofa, chatting and laughing happily.

In front of the four of them was a 60-inch television.

It was Zhao Mo who had called someone to move it over from the conference room.

Although this kind of press conference would not typically be broadcasted live on any official platform, now that this matter had reached peak popularity, it was easy to find it online.

He could open any live-stream platform and flip to the finance section to catch it, and could also find many streamers live-streaming the press conference.

"I can't wait any longer. Why hasn't the press conference started yet?" Lu Xuan asked.

"As the old saying goes, a good meal is not afraid of being late. It will start in ten minutes. Just wait."

Zhao Mo crossed his legs and held a cigarette in his hand, looking carefree.