C77 Minister Meng's Olive Branch

Ye Zhiqiu raised his head high, his eyes seemed to be looking through the ceiling, looking at the vast sky.

There was a thunderous clap in the conference room.

Everyone stared at Ye Zhiqiu's face. There was pride written all over it.

It was a confidence that no one dared to look down on, an aura that came from the depths of their bones.

Chinese spirit! Dragon spirit!

After a long time