By November, the weather had turned cold very quickly.
Last month, it had still felt like midsummer, but this month many people had already started wearing down jackets.
Since the mutation, under the influence of Primal Force, Jiangnan Province's climate had also become extreme. Summers were unbearably hot, while winters were bitterly cold.
Early in the morning, Chen Shouyi changed into the suit and tie he had worn in the capital.
He got into the vehicle sent to pick him up and went to the provincial government to attend an awards ceremony centered around him.
During the ceremony, he received one certificate and shook countless hands.
Chen Shouyi also gave the first speech of his life. Reading from a speech that had been written for him long ago, he solemnly delivered a dozen minutes of thoroughly mainstream remarks. The meeting hall was packed, with Martial Artists and senior military and government officials in attendance.
When the speech ended, the applause was thunderous.
Many Martial Artists, some familiar and some strangers, clapped frantically, their faces full of admiration.
Unfortunately, Song Yingjie and Qin Liuyuan, the two people he knew best, had not come, which left him slightly disappointed.
Looking at the fervent atmosphere in the audience, Chen Shouyi let out a long breath. A trace of a smile appeared on his originally tense face. He had never expected himself to have a talent for public speaking.
Obviously, this talent had been buried before, with no chance to show itself.
Of course, the province's true reward was naturally not a certificate worth a few yuan, nor a speech and honor that let him indulge himself amid his dull life.
In a small conference room.
Chen Shouyi picked up a share-transfer document.
Zhang Miaomiao sat beside him in a close-fitting professional outfit. Her