Song Yun had been a student, a mercenary, and an assassin in his life, but he had truly never attended any annual meetings. Students don't have annual meetings, right? Mercenaries don't have annual meetings, right? As for assassins, they definitely didn't have annual meetings either. You can't just call a bunch of assassins together, kill some people and then consider it celebrating the New Year, can you?
The TV station's annual meeting was clearly much more impressive than those so-called corporate annual meetings, at least their hosts were professionals, and the performers on stage were also professionals.
Lin Jia started on stage with a passionate opening speech, which was nothing more than looking back at the past, examining the present, and speaking about what the future holds, but Song Yun wasn't really interested in this kind of formulaic stuff. He was more curious about how Lin Jia managed to squeeze the upper part of her B-sized bust into a D cup.
