I gave a quiet nod.
From how the others treated Mr. River, I could see just how high his status was.
The moment Mr. River stepped onto the stage, the conference officially started.
He pulled out a document that seemed aimed at different industries.
Things like the Divine Alchemist Pavilion and the Capital City Martial Arts Association, which stood for Martial Arts.
I wasn't really interested in this stuff. I couldn't add much to the discussion, so I just sat there quietly.
The entire meeting felt formal and serious, with everyone scribbling notes like their lives depended on it.
Not for any other reason, but because Mr. River spoke for the official position this time.
The meeting dragged on for quite a while, and I listened carefully.
Around two hours later, the meeting finally wrapped up.
Mr. River tucked away his document with a grin, "This meeting is pretty much done now, does anyone have comments or suggestions?"
