Jiang Lu was facing a heavy stone door carved out of a single piece of Obsidian, and hanging above the door frame was a thirty-meter-long plaque — Great Yin Hall.
At this moment, it had already been opened, with attendees entering the venue in an orderly manner. On Samael's shoulder, Jiang Lu could only see a bustling crowd.
The stone door was large enough to allow a heavy-duty truck to pass through. This was originally designed at Jiang Lu's behest to demonstrate his nation's vast power, with the only requirement being that it had to be grand.
The designer had done a good job in this respect; not only was the door grand, but the conference room was even more so.
Rather than calling it a hall, it was more like a stadium. The hall, as large as a football field, could accommodate tens of thousands of people for a meeting.
Despite the designer's insistence that the size was somewhat too grand for any meeting, amounting to wasteful resources...
