A clear, cold, and recklessly wild voice fell, and there was a mont of silence in the room.
It seed like everyone was montarily stunned.
The simultaneous translators accurately translated Lu Mian’s words, and after a few seconds of reflection, everyone collectively showed expressions of disbelief.
Reporters and cara lenses all turned to Lu Mian, capturing her intensely.
One had only ever heard of the humble saying, "Nice to et you, please take care of ," but never "Nice to et you, please consult her!"
No matter how capable, is it necessary to be this arrogant?
Isn’t this directly challenging all the dical bigwigs present?
"This is too much. She’s completely disregarding us!"
Several elderly scholars with gray hair and blue eyes shook their heads, rebuking Lu Mian’s behavior.
"So many seniors in the field are present today. Not only was she late and kept everyone waiting, but she ca on and uttered such arrogant words. Sharing the sa venue with soone like her makes feel ashad!"
"The quality of people from Z Country is just like this..."
Several scholars whispered about Lu Mian, expressing dissatisfaction with this person who didn’t even count as a junior in the field.
"Okay, that’s enough."
The haughty Grant put down the docunt in his hand and, glancing at Lu Mian, didn’t take her too seriously.
In her early twenties, she was still just a naïve little girl, who probably hadn’t even read a complete dical book.
He had previously done a simple background check on Lu Mian, and the information matched what Henry had said earlier.
Arrogant and conceited, flaunting her abilities.
She indeed has so intelligence, but her character is lacking.
Upon their first encounter today, he could see that Lu Mian was indeed as arrogant as the data had suggested.
With so many experts and elites in the industry here, not one less capable than her, yet she suggested others seek her counsel.
Who does she think she is?
However, the more such a person acts this way, the more flaws they have.
Today, he would let Lu Mian experience what it feels like to be beaten down by society.
"The leader of IEG is watching from the second floor. Dealing with Lu Mian later wouldn’t be too late."
"Yes..."
"You’re right."
With Grant’s reminder, everyone stopped paying attention to Lu Mian and turned their gaze uniformly to the second floor.
The dical team behind Lu Mian, however, kindly offered a few words of comfort to her.
"Miss Lu, don’t worry, we’re all on your side. Look, the internet in our country is filled with voices supporting you."
The dical team arranged by Feng Ting consisted of carefully selected reliable individuals.
Anyone who mingled in the dical field knew Lu Mian’s na, and back then, they were practically begging for Lu Mian to give lectures and guide academic research.
While Lu Mian might at best be considered "impressive" in the eyes of others, to those insiders, her developnt of the RE Factor was akin to Shennong reborn.
"Everyone is following this symposium through various platforms, and everyone knows you’re ’expeditioning’ for our country this ti."
"Yes, Miss Lu, President Feng instructed you to perform freely!"
Lu Mian wasn’t concerned about those vain reputations and casually glanced at the discussions on this topic on Weibo.
The majority were supportive of her, but so had raised doubts.
Most of the doubts stemd from a mass sar campaign against the LA Special Efficacy Drug on international sites, causing so people’s perspective to tilt towards M Country.
Lu Mian paid it no mind, lazily putting away her phone.
She casually tapped her fingers on the back of her chair and slightly turned her head to look at Grant across from her.
Her eyes flickered with a hint of malice, alternating between light and dark.
If she rembered correctly, it was this person, along with a few on the second floor, who had prepared "many projects" for Director Qi.
This debt needed to be settled clearly.
Soon, her gaze shifted to Xiao Qimo.
Countless eyes followed the tall man in black robes as he made his way to the second floor.
The M Country President, O Prince, and other high-ranking leaders were gathered on the second floor, all standing up, using the highest form of etiquette from their countries to express welco.
Their statuses were already very distinguished, yet they still maintained respect and courtesy towards Xiao Qimo.
Henry even childishly shifted positions, presumably pushing Feng Ting and Sikong Jian to the back.
Feng & Jian stood calmly at the back, neither competing nor vying for attention.
Xiao Qimo walked through the room without looking aside.
Henry and others’ outstretched hands were ignored by Xiao Qimo, without even a response, rendering the mont awkward.
Everyone took their seats.
Xiao Qimo, through a voice changer, spoke his first sentence.
"You’ve all been waiting for a long ti. I was chatting with my wife and lost track of ti, so I was late."
The high-ranking leaders exchanged looks, surprised and astonished.
Feng Ting and Sikong Jian were silently speechless, feeling absurd at being force-fed dog food in such a setting.
Henry hurriedly gestured, "Leader, you are too kind. You weren’t late. You arrived punctually and did not keep us waiting."
"Oh?" Xiao Qimo’s eyes lightly flickered with confusion, "Then why... did soone just say that Miss Lu, who ca with , was late?"
Xiao Qimo hadn’t missed the disparaging remarks from downstairs. Without even taking a seat, he couldn’t wait to stand up for his wife.
The protective husband, Mo, would never allow anyone to bully Lu Mian!
Henry froze on the spot.
He had heard soone say Lu Mian was late, but that simply wasn’t a relative comparison...
"Haha, you weren’t late, and neither was Miss Lu," Henry couldn’t afford to be thick-skinned, providing a dry explanation.
Xiao Qimo nodded in satisfaction.
"Then make sure those who spout nonsense apologize to Miss Lu."
"Yes, yes..." Henry was completely baffled, unable to understand why the God of Death Leader would stand up for such an insignificant girl.
However, Steven, being more savvy than Henry, promptly followed up on Xiao Qimo’s topic, saying, "Leader, with such a good relationship with your wife, why not invite your honorable wife to join us?"
"Yes, we would definitely arrange everything perfectly for your esteed wife."
Xiao Qimo gave them a very faint look and casually pointed a finger to the first floor.
"She has already arrived."
"Oh?"
Steven and Henry exchanged a glance, not grasping the deeper aning behind Xiao Qimo’s words, only feeling honored.
Henry imdiately instructed his subordinates, "Quickly invite the Leader’s wife up."
Before the subordinate could move, Sikong Jian, pursing his lips, couldn’t resist his venomous tongue, "Have you seen the wife? Can you actually invite her?"
Henry’s neck stiffened, and he retorted with a face full of color, "What business is it of yours? I haven’t seen her, but have you?"
Sikong Jian smiled, "Yes, not only have I seen her, but I’ve also had coffee with her."
These words were clearly a retort to Henry’s previous mocking comnts.
Henry and Steven were simultaneously taken aback with surprise.
Did Feng Ting et the God of Death Leader this morning?
"Hey? Didn’t you also go to et Mr. Death? How co you didn’t see the Leader’s wife?" Sikong Jian was deliberately revealing Henry’s facade.
Henry’s embarrassnt was intense, his toes almost digging a castle out of his leather shoes.
He didn’t dare to lie outright in front of the Leader, so he just awkwardly laughed.
Steven looked deeply at Xiao Qimo, then at Feng Ting, sensing a peculiar undertone.
Today’s symposium seed like it wouldn’t proceed as smoothly as he imagined...
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