People often said that no feast under heaven lasted forever. By the same token, no meeting under heaven lasted forever either.
No matter how prestigious the person chairing it was, no matter how their endless nonsense droned into everyone's ears while those below dared to rage but not speak, there would always come a time when it ended.
To say nothing else, people had three urgent needs. If you didn't wrap it up, how long did you expect everyone to hold it in?
But Li Ye was young and always felt he could hold out.
So, regarding the international situation of 1992, Li Ye relayed more than a dozen directives in one breath, explaining every single one in detail. It could be called the annual work conference into which he had put the most care in all these years.
Seeing Pei Wencong's nose beading with sweat as he took notes intently, not daring to relax in the slightest for fear of missing even one word Li Ye said, Li Ye felt rather accomplished.
Pei Wencong had known Li Ye for nearly ten years. Over those ten years, he had personally witnessed Li Ye's miracles. Even many offhand remarks Li Ye had made had later proved to be golden prophecies that pierced the veil of heaven's secrets.
At first, Luo Runbo had been the one making a mountain out of a molehill by recording every word Li Ye said. Now Pei Wencong was no exception. Luo Runbo had not come today, and if Pei Wencong did not take notes, there would not even be anyone for him to copy classroom notes from.
Hao Jian had also followed suit over the years, carrying a notebook and scribbling away. But he only recorded the key points; even if he wrote down the entire