Bai Chuwei didn't answer directly but sent an electronic document instead.
Director Wang sat at his desk, staring straight at the computer screen. Seeing that the Immortal Teacher had sent a document, he swallowed and clicked on it with his mouse.
The content of the document was quite simple, yet the more Director Wang, a forty-year-old man, read, the uglier his expression became, his body fat starting to tremble uncontrollably.
What the fuck—was he seeing things?
He nearly rolled off his office chair. The staff members by his side hurried over to support him, unable to resist saying, "Director Wang, we know you've invited that Immortal Teacher. But do you have to get this excited?"
These employees had been so thrilled they couldn't sleep when they first learned that the Immortal Teacher had accepted the invitation, but their excitement had already passed.
When they turned their heads to look at the computer screen, their hearts almost stopped beating in that instant!
