"Mr. Qiu, is the press conference still on? I've gathered everyone; we're just waiting for your go-ahead. We've been waiting so long, and there's no news from you. Most of them have already left, and this has offended quite a few people."
Qiu Cheng shook his head, "It's not happening. Mr. Zhou said it wasn't necessary."
"Really? Did I hear that right? In such a situation, it's not necessary?" The PR manager sighed, "Well, I guess that's fine. Most of them have left anyway. Even if you ask me to gather them back now, I can't do it, so it's less hassle for me." He couldn't help but express his doubt, "But Mr. Zhou is really strange. How can he not be anxious at this point?"
The words struck a chord with Qiu Cheng. It's not just him—all the company executives are somewhat puzzled, though some haven't expressed it. "Mr. Zhou must have his own considerations. Don't worry."
