This was a spacious conference hall.

The styles of ancient Cathay and modern Cathay were perfectly balanced in the hall, creating a unique and harmonious clash of complex and simplistic beauty.

On the screens were drawn ink paintings of mountains and rivers, and the entire hall was surrounded by different screens, bonsai plants, and palatial lanterns. There were four doors leading in and out of the conference hall, and bodyguards were already standing outside those doors.

Among the people seated in the hall, not only were there several provincial-level officials, even the deputy prime minister was present.

There was a conference table that was five meters in length, with three people seated on either side of it. Qin Ye was seated first to the right on the table, with Zhao Yun seated on his left. At the head of the table sat an elderly man with a thin and long face, and a head of snowy white hair. He always wore a smile on his face, and he made a regular appearance on all of the news channels of Cathay.

This man was Zhao Xiangyun, the deputy prime minister who had been a politician for over 40 years. He had climbed all the way to the top from very humble beginnings as a village committee secretary, and his political achievements were many and illustrious.

However, the perpetually smiling Deputy Prime Minister Zhao didn't have so much as a hint of a smile on his face at the moment. A long head of ash...