Ming Disha rambled on for over half an hour.
The absurd farce was finally over.
Ming Disha stepped down from the stage, and Long Aotian smiled as he shook his hand. "Martial Uncle, what exactly was the point of this move?"
Ming Disha warmly held his hand. "Congratulations to us both! Thank you for supporting me all the way!"
Zhao Ritian also shook Ming Disha's hand, wiping away tears. "Martial Uncle, I was really saddened when you talked about Grandmaster. But I don't understand—how did someone like you win an award?"
Ming Disha looked at him. "I'll treat you to dinner later."
The moment Zhao Ritian heard that, he was overjoyed and hugged Ming Disha. "Well deserved! Completely well deserved!"
The Dean also came over. "Duke Disha, congratulations."
"Dean." Ming Disha was delighted. "From now on, we'll be serving in the same court. Please look after me!"
"Heh heh, of course, of course."
Ming Disha rubbed his hands together. "Ah, I think I can make a run for the next Dean position. You'll support me, right?"
The Dean looked at him. "You're only an honorary Vice Dean."
"A senior one."
"No matter how senior you are, you're still honorary. You can't run for Dean."
"Ah, we'll see. You never know unless you fight for it."
Song Sheng Chaoying no longer wanted to waste words with him. "The ceremony is over. Shouldn't you hand over those two hundred billion in notes now?"
"Oh! Look at that, I forgot all about it!"
"Heh heh heh."
"If you hadn't reminded me, I would've gone straight to dinner."
"Yes, yes."
"Isn't that why they say important people are forgetful? With my status now, I'm definitely an important person!"
Song Sheng Chaoying nodded, already too lazy to respond to him.
"I'm one man below, ten