Chapter 806 - 329: Press Conference Obstructed
[Teacher, you really came!]
[Is it true? Is it really true?]
[Let's have dinner together tonight! These banquets are too boring.]
[I've learned some cooking skills, I can go to the palace and cook for you!]
[Wow, Teacher, you haven't changed one bit, I've gotten a lot older.]
Yang Ming had a few black lines on his forehead.
This kid was old before even reaching adulthood, which puts those delicate-looking seventy-year-old princesses of the neighboring empires to shame!
[Be honest, focus on what's in front of you, and pay attention to your demeanor. Today is a big day for Wind.]
[Oh.]
Yang Ming hadn't even had the chance to breathe a sigh of relief when the kid started a new round of message bombardment.
These youngsters like to do this, where a long sentence could be gathered into one message, but they insist on sending them one by one, almost like sending a message for each word.
Luckily, in the interstellar era, there are no phone bills.
The singing show gradually came to an end, and thunderous applause echoed again in the venue. Leaders from four countries, military officials, wealthy businessmen, government representatives, and citizen representatives filled the entire auditorium to the brim.
Yang Ming then realized that his seat had quite a nice view.
The hosts of the conference were the two most famous news anchors of the Luofeng Empire, who briefly introduced the purpose of this alliance.
The most important reason, of course, is 'The Space Worm Clan has entered a new active cycle, and the regimes at the edge of the Milky Way should unite for self-preservation';
Immediately following, the hosts introduced the rapid development of the Luofeng Empire in recent years.
Tech companies sprang up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, becoming a powerful force for economic growth;
Despite the Luofeng Empire being tyrannically bullied by stronger nations, they did not falter in the face of disasters and man-made calamities. They took the opportunity to upgrade their economic structure, marching towards creating a glorious interstellar civilization, creating one miracle after another.
Six huge projection screens began playing promotional videos, fully showcasing the military, economic, and political landscape of the Luofeng Empire.
Yang Ming watched carefully and noticed many interesting details, constantly seeing traces of the Molly Miss Group.
Buzz, buzz!
Yang Ming's wristwatch suddenly vibrated, and a message popped up.
[Boss, a Sherman Empire escort fleet has directly jumped to the outer space of Ilando Star and has been surrounded by the Wind Army.]
Yang Ming furrowed his brow lightly.
They have come, as expected.
The Sovereign Country showing up at this time is not a good sign.
[Who is here?]
[Princess Luna and a deputy director from the Foreign Affairs Bureau, they seem to be here for the alliance, should we block them?]
[Blocking them would mean openly confronting the Sherman Empire, let them come. They should take some time to reach the ground. Notify Edwan, and hold the alliance ceremony immediately without going through the procedures.]
[Yes, Boss. Luckily, there's no live broadcast today.]
Lyu responded.
Half a minute later, Edwan took the initiative to stand up and interrupted the host's impassioned speech.
The directional audio device allowed his warm voice to resonate throughout the hall.
"Everyone, we are here today to officially conclude the four-nation alliance and form the Wind Alliance.
"I think it's better to skip the unnecessary steps and complete the most important ceremony first, then celebrate, review, and forecast."
Edwan first walked to the conference platform, and the leaders of the other three small countries stood up simultaneously, guided by the etiquette ladies, moving towards the central platform.
The heads of the four nations sat facing each other.
Edwan picked up a pen on the side, and a transparent light film rose around the conference platform.
"Please wait!"
A sudden shout came from below.
An officer from the Luofeng Empire suddenly stood up, his expression full of tension, but raised the networking device in his hand.
Several beams of light converged, and two figures appeared simultaneously.
The Princess Luna of Sherman Empire, and Lady Mag, the deputy director of the Sherman Empire's Foreign Affairs Bureau, appeared in the conference hall via projection.
Yang Ming frowned slightly, quickly dismissing the idea of cutting off the local network in his mind.
At this point, he could only think about how to withstand the pressure from the Empire.
This treacherous Luofeng official... sooner or later, a traffic accident awaits.