At 4 p.m., Yishen Group Building.
With the press conference an hour away, the first floor lobby was already packed to the brim, until a sedan pulled up at the steps.
"Here they come, move it, move it!"
Someone shouted, and a crowd rushed outside, each person moving faster than the last.
The lobby suddenly felt much more spacious.
"Manager Chen, will Mr. Li Zishen personally attend the 5 p.m. press conference?" a reporter asked, rushing up to Chen Xin.
"Don't worry, you'll find out when the time comes, everyone has their own tasks."
As he spoke, a swarm of journalists gathered around him.
"We've heard Mr. Li Zishen's mother is unwell, is there any truth to this? Can you comment?"
"Is that so? That's news to me."
"8028 was once hailed as a conscience medicine, can you explain why its production was suddenly halted and how, upon its return to the market, it will perform as expected?"
