Henry's tone was always provocative.
When Feng Ting and Sikong saw him, they wanted to punch his trouble-making face.
And the scientist Grant standing beside Henry, holding a thick document in his hand, was looking through it carefully, and did not intend to stop it.
"Heh, did you talk about your pain?"
Henry knew a long time ago that the car he met outside the leader's manor in the morning must belong to Feng Ting. Seeing the dejection and frustration on the faces of the two of them in the afternoon, they knew that they definitely hadn't seen the leader of Death God.
Sikong Jian folded his hands on his chest, squinted at Henry, and asked, "Could it be that you have seen the leader of Death God?"
"Of course." Henry opened his mouth and said, "We also drank coffee with the leader and chatted for more than half an hour."
No one would expose them anyway, so he could say whatever he wanted.
Grant raised his eyelids slightly, but didn't say anything.
Sikong Jian: ...
Mullet roe.
Obviously we drank coffee with Death and chatted for half an hour.
You obviously haven't even seen a single hair of the god of death!
"Haha..." The more Sikong Jian thought about it, the more he found them funny.
Feng Ting cast a suggestive look at him, pursed his lips calmly, and said slowly: "You are so sure, I congratulate you in advance on the successful launch of the No. 1 antidote."
"That's up to you!" Henry put his hips on his hips, arrogant and rude.
At this moment, Grant finally raised his head and looked at Feng Ting. After closing the document, he smiled faintly.
"President Feng, you don't have to worry about it. The leader of Death God only participated in the seminar for our No. 1 antidote. He himself very much approves of our antidote. Released globally. At that time, you still have to think about how to explain the special medicine.”
Grant's arrogance, in Feng Ting's eyes, did not arouse his mood swings.
He just thought they were clowns.
"You don't have to worry about that." Feng Ting replied coldly.
Henry snorted disdainfully, "Didn't you invite Lu Mian, the genius from your country, to come here? Where is she? Don't you dare to come?"
Sikong Jian spread his hands, "Miss Lu and her husband are behind, and they will be here soon."
When the husband and wife two appear on the stage, see if you are dumbfounded.
"Hahaha, don't bring her husband here, even if you bring her own father, it won't work!" Henry mocked mercilessly.
Sikong Jian and Feng Ting just smiled lightly, and they stepped into the meeting venue first.
Feng Ting has a special status, so he took a special passage, and was directly seated on the second floor of the conference venue.
Through the floor-to-ceiling glass on the second floor, he saw that the venue on the first floor was already full of doctors, experts, researchers, scientists and others from the medical circle from all over the world.
Feng Ting glanced at the audience, and saw an empty seat at the core c seat on the second floor.
He thought, that should be where Xiao Qimo was sitting.
The man laughed at himself, and immediately waited for the seminar to officially start.
On the first floor.
Grant led the team and had already prepared speeches and antidote samples.
On the opposite seat was the Z country medical team headed by Lu Mian.
Grant raised his hand and glanced at his watch. The seminar was about to start, but Lu Mian, as the core figure, hadn't appeared yet.
This inevitably made him look down on Lu Mian even more.
A layman is a layman, not professional at all.
He felt a little ashamed to participate in a seminar of this level with someone like Lu Mian.
Soon, everyone was seated.
Even the president of the country, Steven, has arrived, and everyone in the audience is waiting for the arrival of the leader of the death god and Lu Mian.
It wasn't until one minute before the opening time, at the entrance of the venue, that two figures came slowly.
Everyone looked back at the same time, and saw a tall and straight man in a black robe and a black mask and a slender and tall young girl coming at the same time.
The two walked a few steps together, one went to the second floor, and the other came to the meeting place.
Everyone was horrified, and they all knew it in their hearts.
The man in the black mask is the leader of the god of death!
And this young girl...
Lu Mian sat down in her seat, propped her forehead with one hand, met the bewildered eyes of the crowd, and pursed her lips lightly.
"My name is Lu Mian." After she finished her brief introduction, she crossed her legs and raised her legs.
"I'm new here, please ask me for advice."