Persisting with the First Five-Year Plan
The entire hall was solemn, with only Leo leisurely sipping tea from the main podium.
As he watched the people gradually fill the great conference hall, a happy smile appeared on his face.
He could not help humming, "Back then, I only had seven or eight men and five or six guns..."
Clearly, no one could play along with that joke.
He suddenly felt a little lonely, but the feeling vanished in an instant. Aside from Hancock, who was holding a child and had been watching him closely, only a handful of people noticed it.
Though they were worried about his mood, this was hardly the occasion for them to go up and comfort him. They could only watch him anxiously from their seats, wondering what had happened to him.
Leo quickly composed himself. Once he saw that nearly everyone had arrived, he smiled and slowly set down his teacup.
The enormous Den Den Mushi projected every one of his movements in crystal-clear detail, like a high-definition video disc. In reality, however, it was a live broadcast.
The Revolutionary Army had been the first to start the trend of broadcasting live to the public, but today's meeting was not being broadcast externally. Instead, it would be recorded onto vinyl discs and sent to Revolutionary Army leaders across the world.
Just like one of those silly jokes netizens from his previous life used to make, except this time it was no joke—it was a genuine... supreme directive!
As Leo placed his teacup beside him, the hall gradually fell silent. Everyone looked at him with solemn expressions.
Leo nodded lightly and picked up the receiver of the small Den Den Mushi before him.
The small Den Den Mushi placed all around the hall began imitating Leo's