Showing Great Respect

There was something else Zhang Guangming had not dared to say.

With Wang Ye's looks, if he were back in China, absolutely no one would doubt that he was a foreigner.

Of course, there were Russians in Moscow who looked Asian, or even Chinese, especially those from the Far East.

When the people in the banquet hall had seen Wang Ye earlier, it was not as though no one had been surprised by how Chinese he looked.

But they had merely been surprised for a moment. No one had questioned Wang Ye's nationality at all.

After all, someone at that level—how could he possibly be a "foreigner"? Did they take Russians for fools...

So, subconsciously, everyone had simply assumed that Mikhail was not of Russian ethnic group, but he was surely still a "purebred" Russian!

No one dared question his nationality.

There was not much small talk, since dozens of people in the banquet hall were still watching them eagerly.

By custom, Wang Ye had to go onstage and say a few words at an occasion like this.

He did not stand on ceremony. Accompanied by Zhang Guangming and General Manager Liu, he stepped onto the small stage, and a staff member immediately handed him a microphone.

The hall had already fallen silent, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the stage.

They could hardly make Wang Ye introduce himself, so Zhang Guangming took the initiative and announced loudly, "Everyone, please quiet down. Now, let us welcome our group's chairman, Mr. Mikhail, to say a few words. Please give him a round of applause!"

Even before he finished speaking, applause had already broken out below the stage.

Wang Ye smiled as he swept his gaze across the room, nodding to everyone in greeting.

After the applause died down, he said: