Chapter 844: 328 forced grid_3 Chapter 844: 328 forced grid_3 Hearing this, Jiang Fulai lifted his head slightly, his light-colored pupils reflecting the study’s light, “When did it happen?”
“Just now,” Ming Dongheng said.
Jiang Fulai had personal protection by his side, sothing Ming Dongheng was aware of.
Ming Dongheng was the bodyguard on record, primarily responsible for protecting Jiang He. When Jiang Fulai traveled on business, he seldom brought the Jiang Family’s bodyguards, without making any special arrangents.
Another two minutes passed.
Jiang Fulai thodically put on his glasses, “Go report to them.”
Ming Dongheng left to find soone to report to.
**
The next day.
The seawater purification project report conference was held in Xingjiang District Hall.
The eting started at nine o’clock.
Mu Zhendong set off at seven. Before leaving, the secretary asked, “Should I inform the young miss?”
The reference was naturally to Mu Yining. Yesterday, Mu Youjun had specifically instructed Mu Zhendong to bring Mu Yining along.
“No need,” Mu Zhendong waved his hand.
At the entrance, he encountered Mu Yining from afar. Mu Zhendong feared that Yining would ask too many questions.
Turning back, he took a different route to the venue.
He arrived at eight, and the venue was vast.
In the front, there was a long rosewood table with naplates for the leaders and key personnel of the project, while five rows of chairs were set behind for reporters, eting recorders, and other participants.
When Mu Zhendong arrived, nobody was seated at the rosewood table yet.
However, the five rows of chairs were almost full.
Mu Zhendong managed to find a seat and shook hands with a familiar leader next to him, “Minister Xu, you’ve arrived early. Are there so many people today?”
“Of course,” Minister Xu pointed toward the middle naplate on the rosewood table, “He is the one presiding over the eting this ti.”
They were directly facing the rosewood table, only able to see the naplates on their side. This side had nine people – the naplates on the other three sides were out of view.
Mu Zhendong squinted to see.
The middle naplate bore three words—
You Xinzheng.
The Mu Family had been in science and research before, so Mu Zhendong naturally recognized You Xinzheng, who was almost of the sa era as Mu Qiong. Of course, You Xinzheng was much more outstanding than Mu Qiong, and even back then, Mu Qiong couldn’t quite compare to him.
After Mu Qiong’s incident, You Xinzheng rarely appeared in public.
It wasn’t until ten years ago that he returned with the results of his ballistic research and secured his reputation as the leading disciple of the Ma Institute.
Mu Zhendong expressed his shock, “This key project, it was initiated by him?”
No wonder there were so many people arriving so early today. There was this kind of insider story.
“No,” said Minister Xu, who was also unclear about the internals; most researchers were kept protected, “He is acting chairman.”
Mu Zhendong took out his phone to send ssages to Mu Youjun and others.
At eight fifty.
The door to the rest area behind the rosewood table conference opened.
Those seated in the five rows of seats behind grew animated, the murmurs of conversation faded, all stood up and looked toward the front.
Mu Zhendong, holding his notebook and pen, stood up straight, watching the group of people intently.
Everyone knew that each person involved in the launch ceremony was no ordinary individual, as could be judged from You Xinzheng.
Twenty-four individuals, one after another, ca out from the room, all dressed in formal suits, and found their seats.
Mu Zhendong didn’t recognize most of them, with only a few who were connections made over als through Mu Youjun and the Gao Family. He looked around while asking Minister Xu beside him for the nas.
Until the next second.
Two won walked out from the rest area.
Won weren’t uncommon at such events, but Mu Zhendong’s gaze settled on the woman to the left. She was wearing a professional suit, her hair pinned at the back of her head, holding a folder in her left hand, speaking to a person beside her—a picture of elite professionalism.
As Mu Yining approached the conference table, soone who saw her at a side position raised a hand, inviting Mu Yining to sit with a polite and smiling gesture, “President Mu, your seat is here.”
Mu Yining, holding the folder, took her seat.
Almost dropping his notebook to the floor, Mu Zhendong watched disbelievingly as Mu Yining took her seat.
He instantly recognized her—
Wasn’t that Mu Yining?
How could she be seated at the rosewood conference table?
At the conference table, Mu Yining certainly noticed Mu Zhendong, but she didn’t mind. It would be abnormal if the officials didn’t invite her with such a high-value rare tal. It wasn’t a big deal now. What would truly be surprising was if Mu Zhendong discovered that Xiaoqi…
After all, she could uphold the entire prestige of Xuan Kang by herself.
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