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The decision made by the staff immediately sparked a wave of cheers.
Xin Lei looked at Wu Xiaoshan anxiously and asked, "Xiaoshan, what should we do now?"
Indeed, the management of the trade fair had made their decision; they could only accept defeat.
It was clearly just a rumor, but they simply couldn't explain it clearly.
"Make way, everyone, the city leaders have arrived."
Just as Wu Xiaoshan and the others were being surrounded, a shout came from outside the crowd.
For a moment, no one cared about Wu Xiaoshan and his group, as everyone stepped aside.
A middle-aged man dressed in casual attire slowly walked over, followed by a crowd of people, including some journalists with microphones.
"Mr. Ye, this way, please."
The middle-aged man took a few steps forward and politely gestured to another person beside him.
Wu Xiaoshan looked up and was taken aback.
Uncle Ye!
It was really great to run into him here.
