The next morning, bright and early, the members of the Mingde University Martial Arts Club took a school shuttle to berth 13 of the Urban Star Port, reserved for VIPs.
Nolan Wei sat on the luxurious seats in the VIP waiting area of berth 13, his eyes still showing a trace of daze.
Zhao Yan glanced at him: "You seem a bit out of it. It's not going to be good if you're like this when we meet President Fang and Mr. Lin later."
"I stayed up all night watching TV, flipping through various news and political commentary programs."
Nolan Wei pulled out a bottle of energy drink from his pocket, took a drink, and wiped his face with a wet wipe, which perked him up a bit.
"Didn't you watch the big event last night? Were you just sleeping the whole time?"
"I watched it all night too, but I practiced Pile Technique for an hour before we set off this morning."
Zhao Yan shook his head: "That corporate war concerns us deeply, how could I not care? But I must say, I was really worried before."
