It is the dead of winter, and the sky of Eastern City is shrouded by thick leaden clouds. Flurries of snowflakes descend like sharp blades, slicing through every inch of the air.
In the luxurious conference room atop the State Council Building, a long conference table occupies the center of the room. Its surface is smooth as a mirror, reflecting the dimly lit surroundings with a particularly stern appearance.
"Deputy Speaker Qiu Tu, please take a seat."
Huang Shangzong sits at the main seat, like an insurmountable mountain.
He looks at Qiu Tu with an expressionless face, then gestures toward the seat opposite Tang Feifei.
Qiu Tu glances over the several Deputy Speakers.
Li Tingdong, dressed in casual clothes, is engrossed in the document in his hands like a madman obsessed with data, completely unaffected by the outside world and immersed in his own realm.
