The old man's attire was extremely exquisite. He wore a well-ironed gray flannel suit without the slightest crease. There was a neatly arranged handkerchief in his chest pocket. He wore a bowler hat on his head and held a black cane in his hand. He had a hooked nose and a pair of sharp and cold eyes. As he looked around, it was as if the dignified aura of someone who had been in a high position for a long time naturally leaked out.
As the old man walked in, the legends at the long table in the conference room stood up from their seats and bowed slightly to the old man.
"Sir Martin."
Such a scene could be said to be extremely rare and difficult to see.
Because in the entire world of professional esports, there might not be more than five people who were qualified to be treated with such solemnity and respect by the legendary powerhouses of the previous generation.
But the old man in front of them undoubtedly belonged to one of them.
Martin Bord.
One of the three vice presidents of the World Telecommunications Association headquarters.
The executive vice president in charge of the bylaws and the drafter of the general bylaws of professional esports. He was also the most senior and most senior in the World Telecommunications Association. Even among the three vice presidents of the headquarters, he ranked first in terms of prestige and status. He was second only to the president of the World Telecommunications Association.
Of course, with the status and qualifications of the honorary consultants of the World Telecommunications Association at the long table at this moment, they were almost equal to the three vice presidents.
Therefore, such a bow was more of a form of respect.
They respected the old man in front of them for the blood, sweat, and achievements he had made for professional esports.
In the face of the greetings from the legends of the previous generation, the old vice president of the World Telecommunications Association remained calm. He just reached out and took off the top hat on his head and placed it in front of his abdomen. He also bowed slightly to show his respect.
"Sirs —"
As he spoke, Martin's gaze swept across the crowd and landed on No.5, who was incomparably beautiful, refined, and eye-catching.
"And … Madam."
Number Five made a gesture of lifting the hem of her skirt, slightly bent her knees, and gracefully bowed.
"Sir Martin, long time no see."
Looking at Number Five, the old man, who was the executive vice president of the World Telecommunications Association, showed a look of satisfaction in his eyes. The stiff and serious expression on his face finally eased a little. He nodded and then turned his gaze to Number Four. The latter also nodded slightly with a smile and spoke respectfully and politely.
"Sir."
Martin nodded and said, "Hmm."
"Sir 004."
"I received the recent annual report of the North American Telecommunications Association."
"Well done."
Number Four smiles.
"It's an honor for our North American branch to be recognized by the headquarters, but … it's also what we should do."
Martin was even more satisfied with Number Four's respectful and humble attitude. For the first time, a smile appeared on his face. "You don't have to be humble. Among the younger generation, there aren't many who have such a serious and down-to-earth style of doing things. When we old guys retire, the position in the future … will need an outstanding person like you, Sir 004, to take over."
This was almost an extremely high praise and compliment.
Even some of the information revealed in his words that he did not deliberately conceal was shocking enough.
Hence, when the Legends heard this, they could not help but tremble slightly and looked at Number Four with vigilance. Li Daozai's gaze turned slightly cold and he did not say a word. Cro, on the other hand, lowered his head and the deep light in his eyes flickered indeterminately.
Martin's gaze swept over the other people present, greeting them one by one.
"Sir Cro."
"Your Excellency Dao Chancellor."
"Your Excellency Bullet."
In the face of such a greeting, the expression on the face of the old World Telecommunications Association's Executive Deputy Chairman also returned to its original solemn, flat, and rigid look. However, the other Legends present did not dare to be negligent and responded appropriately one after another.
In the end.
After a round.
Martin's gaze fell on the last person.
From the moment he walked into the conference room, this person was the closest to him, but whether it was intentional or not, the old man had placed him last.
Number One coughed, raised his head to look at the old man in front of him, and revealed a refreshing smile.
"Sir Martin, it's been a long time —"
As the chief of the World Telecommunications Association's honorary advisory group, his status was even faintly higher than the three vice presidents of the World Telecommunications Association headquarters. Even in the face of this highly respected executive elder who held real power, Martin did not give in and even needed to be treated solemnly —
But in the face of Number One's smiling greeting, the smile on the old man's face completely disappeared. He was even more serious and indifferent than before. He simply nodded and spoke in a somewhat stiff tone.
"Your Excellency 001."
Although it seemed to be a greeting that could not be faulted.
However, one could clearly hear the estrangement in his voice.
Number Three's eyelids twitched slightly.
Next to him, Bullet took a deep look at Number One and Martin.
At the end of the long table on the other side, CRO seemed to turn a deaf ear. Behind him, Shield, Ro, and Ghost all had a somewhat gloating expression on their faces.
On this side, Number Five and Number Four looked at each other and saw the faint worry in each other's eyes.
…
Chu Fang Nan drove quickly on the street to the city center of Manchester City.
His phone rang.
He picked it up.
The speaker was on.
The steady voice of Fang Hao, the president of the Shanghai Telecommunications Association, came from the car's Bluetooth speaker. "Ah Nan, where are you?"
Chu Fang Nan, who was holding the steering wheel, quickly replied.
"On the way."
"Probably in a while — there was a delay in the front, I didn't make it in time to go with Number One and the others."
On the other end of the phone, Fang Hao paused.
"It's okay, don't worry, take your time."
"The matter over there … Leave it to Number One and the others, it's no problem."
Chu Fang Nan smiled bitterly. "That's true, and I believe them, but after all … I still can't feel at ease."
On the other end of the phone, Fang Hao seemed to shake his head.
"You worry too much."
"Vice President Martin of the World Telecommunications Association headquarters is highly respected in our Telecommunications Association system. Even the president of the headquarters respects him immensely. His personality may be a little unreasonable, but he is meticulous when it comes to business. There has never been an accident, so there's nothing to worry about."
Coming from Fang Hao's mouth, these words should indeed have enough credibility and comforting effect.
But even after hearing such a comforting explanation, Chu Fang Nan still felt quite uneasy. After hesitating for a moment, he carefully considered his words.
"Brother Fang, I heard before …"
"That Sir Martin, seems to have had some unpleasant encounters with Number One."
"Is this … true?"
The other end of the phone went silent for a moment.
Chu Fang Nan subconsciously held his breath and waited nervously.
Finally, he heard Fang Hao's voice slowly again.
"Yes."
"That's true."
When these words came out, one could clearly hear the helplessness of the president of the Shanghai Telecommunications Association on the other end of the phone.
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