On the podium.
Several middle-aged men and women sat solemnly, all dressed uniformly in black administrative jackets and white shirts.
Seated in the center was a man with a square face and an imposing appearance.
On his left, a slightly plump principal was whispering with the square-faced man.
On his right was a gentlemanly middle-aged man of about fifty.
"The top leader of An City." Jiang Ye looked at the gentlemanly middle-aged man.
He had seen this figure before on An City news.
But what surprised him was not this person.
It was the square-faced man sitting in the center.
Even the top leader of An City could only sit on the right side; what identity did the one in the center hold?
No wonder this meeting was so sudden.
The top leader of An City was already an unimaginable big figure for An City No.3 High School, and now, there was even more?
In such a grand setting.
The vast conference hall, with thousands of teachers and students, was utterly silent.
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