An elderly man with graying hair and an eagle-like gaze removed his monocle, glanced toward the door, and immediately smiled.
"So it's you, kid. Has Wei Hu been doing well lately?"
The young man in a wool suit took off his coat, walked casually to the corner, hung it on the rack, and said with a smile, "Thank you for your concern, Dean Teng. My father is in excellent health, and his appetite has even increased quite a bit lately."
"So, the Federation's affairs have been a good thing for him?"
Dean Teng rose with a smile. Seeing several more people outside, he picked up the fountain pen from the desk and casually pressed it against the side wall.
The wall slowly lifted, revealing a spacious, brightly lit conference room. This was one of the vice dean's privileges.
"Come in and talk. It seems you people didn't come to Dingchuan without an agenda."
"What are you saying? We mainly came to visit you," the young man surnamed Wei said with a smile, speaking to Dean Teng with considerable familiarity.
"Cut it out, you brat! You're clearly a fox—far more cunning than your father."
Dean Teng personally brewed a pot of premium Rain Rainbow Tea and gestured for them to sit.
After seeing Dean Teng's calm demeanor, even the pretty girl who had been so arrogant earlier no longer dared to act recklessly and obediently took a seat beside the conference table.
"Go on. What is this about? You even brought Special Operations personnel as protection. It seems somewhat... hostile."
Dean Teng sat alone on the other side of the long table, looking at the seven men and two women. His formerly genial manner vanished, and his eyes turned as sharp as an eagle's!
He had seen this routine of courtesy