034 Imperial Conference

Bai Zhongqi, donned in the Chancellor's attire, walked into the meeting hall with his head held high and a steady stride.

All members of the Fleet stood up, and people with military ranks like Xu Lanzhou and Xiao Yu saluted militarily. Bai Zhongqi still felt some irrepressible excitement in his heart, but he controlled his facial expression, not letting himself appear too complacent; at the least, he wanted to appear more composed.

There was only one empty chair at the edge of the conference table, positioned at the head of the table—clearly, that was his assigned seat. Bai Zhongqi was not intimidated; after all, back in domestic middle schools, he had at least been a class cadre and a member of the student union, and during those times, the meetings he presided over had far more people than now.

Well, at least that's what he could tell himself for comfort.

Bai Zhongqi sat down at the head of the table, then gestured lightly with his hand downward, simply saying, "Sit."