Somehow, Zhou Wang suddenly thought of that song lyric—
"Wearing the flashiest shirt, pretending to be sentimental, remember to put your hands in your pockets when someone takes a photo."
So Zhou Wang suddenly laughed, feeling unexpectedly calm. He relaxed his body, put one hand in his pocket, placed the lit-up phone screen on the table, and held the microphone.
"Hello, everyone, I'm Zhou Wang."
Roaring applause erupted again.
"Let me introduce myself, I am a native of Jing City..."
In a formal occasion with official attendees, Zhou Wang certainly couldn't do any impromptu speech. First, you had to be serious when it was required, second, he simply didn't have the skill...
So, besides the initial part that was his own well-rehearsed introduction, the rest he only needed to read from the speech draft Jiang Qingkui had sent him, following it step by step.
