Dusk fell, and not a single seat was empty.
"AHEM..."
In a formal suit and brimming with confidence, Wang Yue took the microphone and stepped onto the stage. He deliberately cleared his throat to attract everyone's attention.
Then, he said half-jokingly, "It's seven o'clock in the evening. Everyone must be hungry, right?"
He wanted to interact with the crowd to liven up the atmosphere. As he'd hoped, smiles appeared on everyone's faces. Though the reaction was subdued, Wang Yue was satisfied. Those seated before him were all global titans; he hadn't expected an enthusiastic response.
Wang Yue smiled and said, "Let's talk business first and then eat. Of course, once we've finished, this dinner will become a celebratory banquet."
At this, Wang Yue got down to business. "I've invited you all to gather here, and I'm sure you know why. That's right. As the chief sponsor of the Mist Chant Martial Meeting, I am formally inviting you all to join the sponsorship team."
