Under the spotlight, with everyone watching, even the chubby woman in front of the television who had been stuffing a handful of ridged potato chips into her mouth stopped swallowing.
The moment Lin Qi walked out from behind the stage, he seemed to shine with dazzling radiance, so blinding that no one could keep their eyes open!
Some people watched Lin Qi with solemn expressions, some looked at him with disdainful smiles, some wore thoughtful expressions, and others let out heavy sighs.
No matter what people thought of Lin Qi, he was right there, neither hiding nor avoiding them!
Lin Qi calmly walked onto the stage and shook hands with the host. After leading him to his seat, the host had him sit down.
It was a beautiful sofa made of solid wood and cowhide. Its thick padding gave it a luxurious feel.
Vermilion, gold, and a touch of black made it seem mysterious while also lending it an air of solemn dignity.
After Lin Qi sat down, someone brought him a small coffee table with a kettle, teacups, a microphone, and some documents on it.
The host had originally planned to introduce the next guest, but the audience's enthusiasm for Lin Qi had clearly exceeded both the host's and the organizers' expectations. They were still loudly chanting Lin Qi's name.
In this situation, inviting the guests behind him onto the stage seemed somewhat... The host glanced at the Director, who told him to find a way to calm the audience.
Actually, they had misunderstood one thing.
It wasn't that people had become uncontrollably fanatical about Lin Qi. It was that, for most people, Lin Qi was the only person they knew.
Those professors and experts from before—who the hell knew who they were, what books they had written, or