2541, pre-battle preparations.

Song Ying left after he finished speaking. He went to contact the media that he was familiar with during the dinner.

He had his ways and was very familiar with some media outlets. In short, it was necessary for him to sit in boss Zheng's direction while reporting objectively.

Su Yun couldn't sit still anymore. He walked around eagerly, the black hair on his forehead fluttering even though there was no wind. Right now, he really wanted to go up and give that master Xiao a good beating.

Zheng Ren, on the other hand, was quietly looking at the fifth edition of the science of Foreign Studies on his lap, like an old monk in meditation. This matter didn't seem to be worth mentioning to him, and he had forgotten about it after saying it.

"President Zheng, Brother Yun!" Fan Tianshui's voice came from the door.

"Old fan, come in and sit." Su Yun waved her hand and said with a smile,""We're going to fight tonight. "