Outside the conference room's floor-to-ceiling windows, a torrential downpour raged.
Raindrops hammered violently against the glass, as if heralding the arrival of a storm.
Ji Xiaosong stood before the projector. With a light tap of her finger on the remote, a striking, scarlet title lit up the screen:
"The Funeral of Traditional Finance: A Blockchain Solution for Cross-Border Payments."
At the head of the long table, Huo Chen slowly set down his coffee cup, the metal cufflinks reflecting a cold glint under the lights.
His gaze was as sharp as a falcon's, locked tightly onto Ji Xiaosong.
"For the past three years, the Huo Group's cross-border remittance business on this continent has stagnated."
Her voice was like a drawn blade, each word sharp and resonant. "It's not because we aren't strong enough. It's because we are personally hammering the nails into the coffin of the traditional financial model."
