A New Journey Begins

Los Angeles, Beverly Hills.

Lin Yuan's private residence was packed tight, surrounded layer upon layer inside and out.

The logos of more than two hundred media outlets from around the world were crammed together at the registration desk.

From the gilded station logos of BBC and CNN to Al Jazeera's Arabic lettering and CNTV's Chinese logo, the registration area had formed a media-world "United Nations" spectacle.

The deep-pocketed outlets had dispatched twenty-seven satellite broadcast vans, steel behemoths that not only filled the estate's parking lot but also lined the public road in a single row.

Among them, NHK's 4K ultra-high-definition broadcast van had its butterfly antenna slowly turning toward a satellite in synchronous orbit. The mud still clinging to its body silently testified to the urgency of its journey.

In the media area on the eastern side of the estate, a Reuters reporter was gesturing camera-position adjustments to a photographer in English with a London accent;

The Asahi Shimbun team in the back row was rapidly flipping through the Japanese-language materials they had just received;

Meanwhile, in the simultaneous interpretation area, six interpreters were making final adjustments to their equipment. The screens before them displayed standby interfaces for six languages: Chinese, English, French, Russian, Arabic, and Spanish.

In the front-row press seats, an Associated Press high-definition camera was conducting a panoramic sweep, its lens reflecting the cold glow from the foldable phone in a CNN reporter's hand.

The screens of thirty laptops lit up simultaneously, illuminating the temporary power-outlet area like the data hub of a science-fiction film.

Every reporter present was among the best in their profession, yet none had ever seen a press conference on such a grand scale in their entire careers.

Even stranger, the arrangements for such an enormous press conference seemed somewhat slapdash?

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