There are two rows of models in the hall, carefully selected by Fuyao. After the last expo, some of them have already shown their prominence internationally.
When seeing Ding Fan, the models all had charming smiles and were three points more enthusiastic than the others.
Entering the conference room, Ding Fan's appearance caused quite a commotion.
Entrepreneurs who were nearby took out their business cards from their suit pockets and trotted over.
"Dr. Ding, I am Zhou Pu from Zhouji Pharmaceutical. I hope to reach a cooperation with Feifan Pharmaceutical." Zhou Pu spoke directly, but not everyone can participate in Feifan Pharmaceutical.
Chi Li took the business card and Ding Fan said with a smile: "Dr. Jay, we have a long way to go, keep in touch."
"When will Director Ding have time..."
Before Zhou Pu could finish speaking, another person squeezed over, his steps were unsteady, and he pounced straight on Ding Fan.
Lan Shan raised her eyebrows and threw a punch rudely, but the punch missed. She was surprised to find that a skinny Taoist priest behind her calmly pulled the entrepreneur aside.
He is the sweeping monk of Qingfeng Temple, Wuchen, and the great protector of Donglin.
Masters compete with each other to learn the difference, but this entrepreneur was dragged aside without even touching his feet. He even thought about giving Ding Fan his business card without realizing it.
"Dr. Ding, I am the person in charge of the Asian region of Yijia Hotel Chain. It is really amazing to join Fengwu Jiutian Group."
"Thank you." Ding Fan smiled lightly and kept walking.
The protagonist's halo shines in all directions, and he is surrounded by people wherever he goes.
Experts and scholars are aloof to the core, and the purpose of the meeting is to discuss academic issues, rather than take the opportunity to build relationships, but their doubtful eyes fell more on Mu Xiaolei.
Li Ruojing's famous name is like thunder, but Mu Xiaolei actually walked before him, and his origin is a mystery.
Huang Fuzheng was chatting with a few acquaintances. He was very dissatisfied when he saw Ding Fan shouting and hugging him. When he came forward, he put his hands behind his back and frowned and said: "Academic conference, what kind of pomp are you doing!"
"President Huang, didn't they all bring bodyguards?" Ding Fan expressed dissatisfaction.
"Who has more than you?" Huang Fu stared and his voice became louder unconsciously. In public, he lowered his voice and hummed: "Dozens of Taoist priests are escorting you. I have never seen such a majestic one.
Stinky!"
"President Huang, you have wronged me. I didn't mean that. I was thinking of the overall situation." Ding Fan said seriously.
Huang Fu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and asked with a straight face: "Then tell me, how do you view the overall situation?"
"The Jiande Martial Arts Center is almost complete. We need to build a good relationship with these experts."
Huang Fu raised his eyebrows and pointed at Ding Fan a few times, but didn't say anything.
The time is almost up. Amid everyone’s applause, everyone on the podium is ready to take their seats.
Qin Zhi, President of the Yijing Association, Mu Xiaolei, Executive Vice President, Ding Fan, special director, Li Ruojing, Huang Fu, special guests.
What's surprising is that Mu Xiaolei's nameplate is placed in the center. Even if he is the host of the conference, there is no need to do this, right?
It was inevitable that someone was whispering, and taking advantage of the chaos, Qiao Jingnian, who had come to attend the meeting, pulled Ding Fan aside and pointed to the last seat in the front row.
Looking at the situation, Ding Fan's expression became solemn.
He is a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a white silk Tang suit and gold-rimmed glasses. His appearance is nothing special, but his demeanor is leisurely. Even if he is sitting next to him, he is still an eye-catching presence.
The strange thing is that the seats to the left, right and behind the man are empty, and no one is sitting with him.
There were so many people coming that Ding Fan couldn't remember him and asked: "Mr. Qiao, who is this person?"
"The information shows that he is the president of the International Book of Changes Calligraphy Association, He Qi. He loves calligraphy and his pen name is Shunqi Ziran."
never heard of that!
But Ding Fan didn't know, it didn't mean that the person was not famous, so he asked again: "Is he famous?"
"Actually, this kind of association is not formal, but it is not ordinary to have an international name. The most surprising thing is that he is nothing special, but sitting next to him, I will feel a strong sense of discomfort.
I tried it myself.”
Ding Fan was shocked by Qiao Jingnian's words.
Yes, this person has no breath!
This is the strangest thing, it is very similar to Ling Zifeng.
Suddenly, He Qi seemed to notice something and looked over suddenly, with a faint smile on his lips.
Looking into Ding Fan's eyes, He Qi's face froze slightly. It was obvious that he just wanted to influence Ding Fan, but failed.
Things are different now!
Ding Fan is now a great monk in the middle stage of the Golden Core, and is the most powerful existence known to date.
The corner of Ding Fan's mouth curled up slightly, as if he had smiled, and his eyes met the three Lan Yaoshi in the front row. They also discovered that He Qi was a different kind, and his face was not very good-looking.
Everyone clenched their fists and vowed to protect the leader of the alliance to the death if something happened.
"Everyone, take your place." Huang Fu, who was on the rostrum, checked the microphone. He was actually shouting to Ding Fan.
"Mr. Qiao, please take your seat first."
Ding Fan gently patted Qiao Jingnian's elbow, then strode onto the stage and sat down in his seat.
"Dear distinguished guests and friends, good morning. On the occasion of the opening of the International I Ching Conference, on behalf of the I Ching Association, I would like to extend a warm welcome to all of you." Mu Xiaolei said clearly.
There was a chuckle below, and the old-fashioned opening remarks were said in a childish voice, which made it feel like memorizing the text.
"I wish the conference a complete success, and I also wish everyone here good health and all the best." After Mu Xiaolei finished speaking, he stood up and bowed.
Everyone in the audience wore translators so they could communicate without any barriers, laughing and applauding.
At this moment, a Japanese man raised his hand. Mu Xiaolei stopped and raised his hand to signal him to speak.
What he said was in English. My earphones were broken and I couldn’t hear the translation.
"Professor Qiandao, you are proficient in Chinese. What can you do even if you don't have headphones?" Vice President Liu Qingfeng knew this person and asked the question unhappily.
"I have only learned a superficial knowledge. The Book of Changes is profound and profound. I cannot miss any wonderful things." Qiandao said plausibly.
Clearly looking for trouble!
Liu Qingfeng's face darkened, Mu Xiaolei disagreed, and arranged for the staff to change the headphones. While waiting, he roughly summarized what he had just said in fluent English.
"Mr. Qiandao, the fun hasn't begun yet, please wear new headphones." Mu Xiaolei said calmly.
Many people praised Mu Xiaolei. Qiandao was also embarrassed. He sat down and said, "Well, there is nothing wrong with this headset."
Then, introduce everyone on the podium.
"The first item of the conference..."
Li Ruojing, Huang Fu and Qin Zhi made brief speeches respectively. Ding Fan also had to go through the formalities and just took out the speech prepared for him by Mu Xiaolei.
Another person got impatient and raised his hand, it was He Qi.
"President congratulations!" Ding Fan smiled and asked politely: "Is there anything wrong?"
"have!"
He Qi answered simply and stood up directly, facing diagonally backward.
"It is reported that there were as many as 380 participants in this meeting, and they each brought their own staff, bodyguards, etc. There were over a thousand people in the venue, so there was only one passage. Not to mention safety issues, let's talk about the feng shui of this conference room.
There is no Mingtang, and there is no way to gather energy, so naturally there is no way to improve the aura." He Qi smiled coldly: "I wonder what the organizers considered for such an obvious omission?"