"Boom!"
In the night in Shencheng City, the wind raged, the storm poured, and lightning flashed.
Yet, in the conference room on the 19th floor of the Li Hai Building, dozens of people were seated.
Qi Wei sat in the chief seat, her eyes downcast, her fingers playing with the ring on her finger.
"Kada!"
A bolt of lightning once again flashed in the distance, unsettling everyone.
The originally noisy conference room suddenly fell silent.
Sensing the shift in atmosphere, Qi Wei finally lifted her head, her gaze falling upon Guo Qing, who was restlessly smoking:
"Alright, we've been having this meeting for quite a while today, everyone is tired and weary, let's make the final decision. Remember, we have time to meet here, but the competition for the new land cannot wait for us."
"Those who support my earlier proposal, please raise your hand."
Qi Wei was the first to express her stance, slowly raising her hand.
Guo Qing also looked at her, but his body remained motionless.
