"…" Huo Chen's bloodshot eyes said a lot about his mental state. Yang Yi sighed, "You lost your bet. Wen He did not get convinced by you. She got to the conference early in the morning and by now the conference should have ended." He then beckoned to his subordinate to bring him the laptop.
He opened it and tapped a few times to reach for his mailbox. With a gentle press of the ENTER key, "My man has sent it to me. Video of the conference this morning, have a look yourself."
"..." Huo Chen took the laptop and sluggishly sat down like a mud golem. He was dead and was expressionless with a lighted cigarette trembling on his lips.
In the midst of silence, the announcement was heard through the speakers of the laptop as Wen He was getting introduced into the scene.
"Miss Wen, are you really a member of a former terrorist group?"