Most people who were offered advice actually understood it all.
Sometimes they understood from the start; sometimes they came to understand as the other person explained.
But understanding did not mean they could put it into practice without a hitch.
Lin Fangxin understood what Yan Xiao had said and thought it made perfect sense, but when she actually stood at the podium,
she was still nervous.
She felt as though she could not breathe.
Lin Fangxin's mind went blank, and she instinctively searched the room for Yan Xiao.
She spotted him in the crowd at first glance.
Yan Xiao was holding up his phone and waving.
Two big words filled the screen-"You've got this..."
He looked rather like a fan cheering on his favorite idol at a concert.
In that instant,
Lin Fangxin suddenly felt less nervous.
She cleared her throat softly, raised the microphone, and said, "Hello to all the big brothers and sisters, uncles and aunties, and grandpas and grandmas attending today's conference."
Such an unusual opening instantly brought a good deal of amusement to the room.
The atmosphere grew more relaxed.
Lin Fangxin opened her slides and began her presentation.
Her slides were a breath of fresh air among the presentations that day.
They were exceptionally simple.
The other speakers seemed determined to cram every slide full.
As though a slide served no purpose unless it was packed with information.
At first, Lin Fangxin had done the same.
But Yan Xiao had told her to cut things out,
ideally until each slide contained only a few keywords.
As Yan Xiao put it, a slideshow was not a text document. There was no need to write so much.
Its sole purpose was to support the presentation.
You presented information to the guests so they would listen, not read