3 PM.
Amidst enthusiastic applause, Fu Yan smiled slightly, nodded, and then gracefully left the stage.
Just as he sat back down, Xie Cheng approached him, "Impressive! You just got up there and spoke so dazzlingly without even needing to prepare a speech. Tell me, how did you manage that?"
Fu Yan smiled, pulled out his phone, and then pointed to his head.
Xie Cheng didn't catch on, "What do you mean?"
Fu Yan: "It's all in my brain."
"Damn!"
Xie Cheng rolled his eyes.
This conference had been scheduled half a month ago. At that time, because Fu Yan was in Beijing for a variety show, he couldn't attend, so the dean assigned the task to him.
For this, he had prepared a full month's speeches!
Who would have known that this guy, Fu Yan, would come back and suddenly say he wanted to accompany him to Hong Kong for the conference.
The dean always valued Fu Yan and immediately agreed, even giving him a slot to speak.
