It was the third day of the Dreamscape competition.
Outside a conference room at the Friendship Grand Hotel in Clear Spring City, Deputy Liu's right hand flitted about like a headless fly, moving from his head to his chin and back again.
He was anxious.
Though he was Chairwoman Qing's deputy, he was still just a greenhorn in his early forties, with little experience handling large events.
There was nothing wrong with the competition's format. After putting it together, he had thought it was quite fair. He had never expected something to go wrong in the end.
Who could have imagined someone would be rich enough to buy up all the recent traffic?
And President Chen had just spent 5.5 billion buying out the forbidden zone, making him Clear Spring City's biggest financial backer. To think such a generous benefactor had been shut out by outside interference. Every time Deputy Liu thought about it, he wanted to slap himself.
Right now, his hand was itching again.
Suppressing the urge to slap himself, he began to resent Chairwoman Qing a little.
Something this serious has happened. Aren't you going to come out and say something?
You proposed the event and spearheaded the whole thing. Why are you still refusing to show your face?
The Clear Spring City Cultivator Management Committee only has a handful of Foundation Establishment experts now, and the big financial conglomerates have bought up most of the city. What are we supposed to do if you don't come out and hold the fort?
Are you really not afraid of Clear Spring turning into Fangshan?
He also wanted to go straight into the conference room and explain things to Chen Yu, but projections of the Fire Virtue Star Lord and the Water Virtue Star Lord hovered at the entrance.