One side of the venue.
Teng Hualong entered with his assistant, heads held high, both carrying a faint odor.
When Teng Hualong saw the scene inside,
he could not help but freeze.
The stands on both sides were packed, and the neatly arranged chairs in the center of the venue were packed as well.
At the very front stood only a metal portable stage, about as classy as the props used for an ordinary person's wedding.
There was nothing else.
No banners, no screens—not even a single corporate slogan anywhere in the venue.
The assistant gave an awkward laugh. "Creator is worth trillions, and this is what they call an annual meeting?"
Teng Hualong frowned slightly. "What do you know?"
In his eyes were tens of thousands of Creator employees. They had long since entered the venue. Though they were not sitting as rigidly as soldiers, this enormous venue was now silent as death, carrying the highest level of discipline and order!
Teng Hualong drew in a sharp breath. This was incredible.
How could such a massive company be managed this well?!
If my Penguin could reach even half this standard, I could die without regrets!
As Teng Hualong marveled, he moved cautiously as well, afraid that some security guard personally trained by Liu Di might spot him again and throw him out.
Suddenly, Teng Hualong caught sight of something. His previously furrowed brow instantly relaxed, and a smug smile rose to his face.
He slowly raised a hand and pointed into the distance.
In the very center of the first row of seats, an entire stretch of seats had been left empty. On the back of one chair was a seat label, also cut from A4 paper.
It read: Penguin Teng Hualong.
"Heh heh."
Teng Hualong's smile turned into