Chapter Sixteen: Harmony of Yin and Yang

  Large-scale military exercises make it imperative to build new food supply chains.

  Song Shuyu took a military helicopter directly to the A City Convention Center, and arrived just five minutes before the scheduled time.

  This is the most low-key and luxurious hotel in A city, named Wan Shan Hong Express Hotel. The press conference about the military exercise will be held in the first floor hall five minutes later.

  Song Shuyu raised his wrist to check the time and walked down the plane with two military officers accompanying him.

  "This kind of thing, you two just coming over would be enough."

  Song Shuyu's face was gloomy and expressionless, obviously saying it for the two people behind him.

  "Haha, the level is different, and the degree of attention you represent is also different."

  The deputy officer Wang Han on the right side heard his displeased voice and smiled as he took over.

  "The key is aura, let me borrow your strong aura."

  The chief of staff on the left, Ma Chao, was coordinating with him like a pair of chopsticks.

  "Don't put on airs, dare to grab my difference! I'll pay a few words of face, the rest is up to you, it's just filling in the gaps, eliminating my rest time, this account I'll remember first."

  Forcing back a yawn of fatigue, his words already had some commanding tone.

  The two people behind him exchanged a smile, their heels clicked "pa" and they saluted in unison, responding with a "yes", but secretly rejoicing in their hearts that by following this leader who didn't like to show off, they finally had the opportunity to reveal themselves.

  Qin Luoshui, waiting in the distance on the rooftop helipad, led a group of staff members to greet him warmly. As the two childhood friends shook hands tightly, they only exchanged a knowing smile, without even having time for banter or reminiscing, as they were surrounded and walked all the way to the elevator that went straight down to the first floor lobby.

  As soon as Song Shuyu and his team appeared, a large group of armed reporters rushed in, surrounding them tightly, cameras flashing constantly, asking questions in a flurry.

  The security guards at the scene came to their senses, and the main character was already surrounded tightly, unable to get close. Qin Luoshui, on the other hand, was laughing heartily, leisurely crossing his arms and retreating to watch the commotion.

  Song Shuyu saw this array, slightly raised his eyebrows, and relaxed the indifferent expression on his face and the overbearing momentum.

  Those sharp facial features, a slender figure that stands out from the crowd like a crane among chickens, like a sword about to be unsheathed, instantly radiating an aura of strong, calm and sternness.

  On such occasions, whether you like it or not, be a little more kind.

  He stood there, pursing his lips, his cold, iron-like face gradually breaking into a smile as he scanned the expectant faces around him, and with that smile, the cacophony of questions slowly subsided into silence.

  Perhaps it's been a long time since he last smiled, his smile seemed a bit stiff, but this stiffness made his smile seem more subtle and charming.

  Good man!

  Those reporters from major media outlets surrounding him, holding cameras or microphones, the women all blushed and gazed at him adoringly - this was truly a man of steel.

  Even men were instantly stunned by the soldier's majestic appearance.

  The two officers behind him obviously both let out a sigh of relief, they were also very good at dealing with the most difficult military problems, but they lacked the momentum to control the scene, this was inevitable, the momentum that thing except for being born with a cold temperament, I'm afraid only countless times of blood and fire can be cultivated.

  Song Shuyu looked at these people who were still somewhat sensible, and a warm light flashed in his cold and stern eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised:

  "Hello everyone, thank you for your enthusiastic support of our national defense!"

  He then gave a standard military salute.

  A bright and smooth voice sounded:

  "Being a journalist is an extremely dangerous profession - this statement is not exaggerated at all. Most of the most shocking photos in history were taken by war correspondents who risked being shot."

  Journalism is also a very noble and sacred profession - this sentence is not hypocritical at all. Every year, many brave journalists around the world risk their lives to get first-hand information on the battlefield and are killed by stray bullets; or they sacrifice their precious lives to expose some dark secrets.

  Two simple parallel sentences, spoken from the mouth of such a stylish high-ranking officer, with a standard tone like a broadcaster.

  The effect was indeed beyond everyone's expectation, and for a moment the hall was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could not be heard.

  Song Shu's eyebrows rose slightly as he continued speaking:

  Here is the translation: "Here, I hope with everyone's help, to convey my hopes for this group of journalists—"

  I hope everyone can learn from those great journalists, shift their focus away from celebrity gossip and scandals of the rich, stand at a historical height, pay attention to people's livelihoods, care about national defense, and truly shoulder the heavy responsibility of being the social conscience.

  "Now, for questions about specific details, we have a military expert here to clarify things for everyone. Thank you!"

  He ended his speech with a standard military salute.

  The crisp and loud applause conveyed the journalists' heartfelt admiration.

  He smiled and stepped down, letting the two subordinates behind him go out, turned around to see Qin Luoshui laughing like a fox: "You're quite leisurely."

  "I wish I were as busy as you, huh? The aura is getting stronger and stronger, it's really like being in a high position, with an imposing presence!"

  Qin Luoshui smiled and joked with him as they walked side by side, following the reception staff to a banquet hall next door.

  The two men, one gentle and one tough, walked slowly and talked softly, with completely different demeanors, stealing the spotlight from other men and capturing the attention of women.

  The banquet hall is filled with misty fragrance, and beautiful women are charming.

  The pungent and intense fragrance that came rushing up - somewhat irritating to the nose, made Song Shuyu involuntarily wrinkle his flying eyebrows.

  He narrowed his eyes and stood still, looking at the familiar or unfamiliar faces in the hall, gazing at Qin Luoshui with suspicion.

  Qin Luoshui lazily smiled and replied: "Look at that expression of yours! Wasting the sincerity of A City's fellow townspeople."

  Song Shuwei raised his hand to rub his forehead, looking at the crowd that was about to surround him, and gritted his teeth: "What's going on?! I'm tired, you're in charge of that matter."

  "Alas, I thought of helping you pay."

  "Or what?" Song Shuyu asked lightly.

  Qin Luoshui acknowledged his fate: "I should pay, I am responsible, it's the thread I pulled, of course I won't shirk my responsibility;

  This is also to let them see what kind of pressure I bear when you take down business for City A from your hands.

  Also, take this opportunity to let those bastards see you, and that bit of cunning thought will be more restrained.

  "Shield of Arrows?" Song Shuyu furrowed his brow.

  "How can you say that, I'm the one holding this chicken feather as a token of authority, if I don't take out this god, how can I calm down these people?" Qin Luoshui's eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles, brazenly explaining the role of his shield.

  Looking at Song Shuyu's handsome face turning black as expected, a certain man secretly laughed.

  The dozen or so people inside stopped talking simultaneously when they saw the two of them appear at the entrance of the hall, stood up in unison and bowed, revealing welcoming smiles.