I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

Luo Fei called his aunt, but the phone rang several times before being answered.

Luo Yumei's voice came through the receiver, sounding urgent and hurried, with background noise like a bustling market: "Xiaofei, you're here? Hurry, come in and help me, I'm overwhelmed. I don't know what happened, but suddenly a lot of reporters, leaders, and entrepreneurs showed up this morning. I didn't invite them; they came on their own. The venue is overflowing; even the extra chairs we added aren't enough."

Luo Fei hung up the phone and walked towards the convention center with Chu Yue.

There were more people at the entrance than I had imagined—people queuing, holding cameras, using their phones, and people in suits handing out business cards everywhere.

Someone in the crowd recognized Luo Fei, and as soon as someone shouted "That's Luo Fei!" the scene stirred, and everyone's eyes turned to him. Perhaps out of respect for Luo Fei's military rank, or perhaps out of concern for his strength, the crowd did not rush forward.

Luo Fei quickened his pace, with Chu Yue close behind, her eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

The two quickly made their way through the crowd and entered the venue through a side door.

It's even more chaotic inside than outside.

The venue, which could originally accommodate 300 people, is now crammed with at least 500.

The aisle was full of people, and some were even squatting against the wall.

On the stage, Luo Yumei was talking to several people, looking anxious.

Several middle-aged men in suits stood below the stage; their demeanor clearly indicated they were leaders.

Luo Fei knew several of them; they were all leaders from the city and county.

A middle-aged man was the first to see Luo Fei. He walked over quickly, stretched out his hands, and his face was full of smiles.

"General Luo! Hello! I am Zhou Jianhua, the mayor of Longhai City. We met at the airport before. I watched your live broadcast yesterday, and it was truly awe-inspiring. Longhai is a blessing for all of us to have a hero like you."

Luo Fei nodded, shook hands with him, and said nothing.

A few more people squeezed over from the side, some from the county, some from the city, and some from the province. They introduced themselves one by one and stretched out their hands to shake hands.

Luo Fei shook hands with each of them.

He was pondering something—these leaders, whom his aunt usually couldn't even get to come, why were they all here today?

Chu Yue stood behind him and said in a low voice, "They're probably not here for the press conference, but for you."

Luo Fei glanced at her and understood.

It seems the county leaders discovered that the company was owned by Luo Fei's aunt, and that Luo Fei was a shareholder. After yesterday's live stream, the name Luo Fei is no longer ordinary.

Moreover, he might be present today, and once this news gets out, people in the city and province will naturally not let this opportunity pass.

They contacted reporters and notified the media overnight, mobilizing all available resources; everyone who could come did.

That's why we're in this situation now—crowded and chaotic.

Luo Fei took a deep breath.

He walked up to Luo Yumei and called out, "Auntie." Luo Yumei turned around, saw him, and her expression changed from anxious to helpless.

She shoved the folder into Luo Fei's hands and said, "Look at this, what are we going to do? We're just a small company. I invited a few reporters before, but not many agreed to come. Now, it's all here—from the provincial TV station and all the major online platforms. And these leaders, I don't know a single one of them. They even said they've 'come uninvited.' How can I turn them away?"

Luo Fei patted his aunt on the shoulder and said, "It's alright. Just release it according to the original plan. Leave the extra people to me."

He turned around, faced the reporters and leaders, and looked around.

The venue gradually quieted down. He stood there without saying a word, but everyone felt his aura and naturally shut their mouths.

Luo Fei spoke, his voice clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the press conference will begin at 10:00 AM, proceeding as planned. Today's focus is not on me, but on my aunt's company and products. If any reporters wish to interview me, that's fine, but please wait until after the press conference. If any leaders wish to discuss work, that's also fine, but please wait until after the press conference as well. Now, please return to your seats and allow the press conference to proceed as scheduled."

No one refuted it, no one raised any objections, and no one even whispered about it.

Everyone obediently returned to their seats. Some people stood because they didn't have seats, but they didn't push forward anymore.

The hall fell silent. Luo Yumei stood on the stage, looking at the reporters and leaders below who had suddenly become well-behaved. She glanced at Luo Fei standing on the side stage, a slight smile playing on her lips. She took a deep breath, opened her folder, and spoke into the microphone:

"Distinguished guests, thank you all for attending the new product launch of Qingsitang Biotechnology Co., Ltd. Today. I am Luo Yumei, the company's general manager. Now, the launch event will officially begin."

Luo Yumei stood on the stage and began to introduce the company and its new products. Her voice was initially a little nervous, after all, this was the first time she had faced so many people.

The audience included not only reporters, but also leaders from the provincial, municipal, and county levels. The flashbulbs were going off everywhere, making her eyes a little blurry.

But when she spoke the third sentence, she saw Luo Fei standing on the side platform, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his expression calm, as if silently saying, "It's okay, I'm here."

Her voice quickly stabilized, and she spoke at a steady pace, clearly and logically.

She talked about the company's founding purpose, the research and development process, the product efficacy, the market prospects, and the sales channels.

Her introduction was very straightforward, without exaggerated terms or fancy data; she simply presented the product's effects as they were.

The audience was quiet, but it wasn't the quiet of attentive listening; rather, it was a polite, perfunctory silence. Everyone seemed to be thinking about something else.

Most people's attention was not focused on Luo Yumei, but rather on the young man on the side stage.

The camera lens kept shifting in that direction until the director yelled "Cut back" in the headset, at which point the cameraman reluctantly turned the lens back.

Everything was proceeding in an orderly manner, yet there was a hint of absent-mindedness.

At this moment, inside a luxurious club called "Lanyue" in Longhai City, although this place cannot compare with "Cloud Top Palace" in Jiangcheng, it is already the premier place in Longhai City.

Those who come and go here are all wealthy and powerful. The security guards at the entrance wear suits instead of uniforms, the lobby floor is paved with marble instead of tiles, and even the hand sanitizer in the restrooms is imported and has a lavender scent.

The VIP room at the very back of the top floor had its door tightly closed, providing excellent soundproofing so that no sound from the outside corridor could get in.

The lights in the private room were dim. A young man in his mid-twenties was sitting on the sofa. He was wearing a white silk shirt with the top two buttons undone, revealing a gold chain.

He wasn't bad-looking, but he exuded an undeniable air of arrogance, the kind of spoiled brat who had been pampered since childhood and whose no one dared to say "no" to him.

His name is Sun Yaoyang, and he is from the Sun family in Longhai City.

The Sun family has been operating real estate and building materials businesses in Longhai for over 20 years. Although their business is not the largest in the province, they are powerful and influential in the Longhai area.

Sun Yaoyang was half-reclining on the sofa, legs crossed, a cigarette between his fingers, and an open bottle of Lafite on the coffee table in front of him, with more than half of the wine still in the glass.

The TV next to him was on, showing a football match on the sports channel, but he didn't watch it much, he was busy scrolling through his phone.

His phone vibrated; it was a message from his father: "Watch this live stream link, and don't go out and cause trouble in the future."

It is followed by a link.

Sun Yaoyang frowned and clicked on the link.

The scene shows a press conference, where a woman is speaking on stage. She is dressed formally and looks like the owner of a company.

He glanced at it for two seconds, found it uninteresting, and was about to close it when his father sent another message: "This woman's nephew is Luo Fei. Don't go anywhere today, watch the whole press conference."

Sun Yaoyang's finger remained on the top of the screen, without closing it.

He thought for a moment, put a cigarette in his mouth, and began to look at his phone seriously with both hands.

Yesterday morning, his father called him and told him to get up and watch the live broadcast.

After watching the whole thing with great excitement, his father called to warn him: "That guy in military uniform is called Luo Fei, he's from Qingyang, Longhai. You better behave yourself when you're out and about, don't cause me any trouble."

Sun Yaoyang responded with "uh-huh" verbally, but he didn't really take it seriously.

For ordinary people, things that are too far removed from their lives, such as a mushroom bomb explosion, are not as real as the pressure of deciding what to eat for lunch today.

He stared at the screen; the woman on stage was introducing the product.

The company's name, "Qing Si Tang," sounded somewhat familiar to him.

He squinted and pondered for a moment, feeling like he'd heard the name somewhere before. He checked his call log; a few days ago, one of his subordinates seemed to have mentioned the name.

What exactly was it talking about... I think it was about his subordinate's cousin, an IT guy who had almost lost all his hair due to long hours of overtime and staying up late. He participated in a trial of a product and the results were quite good.

At the time, Sun Yaoyang didn't pay much attention and casually said, "Then go and ask if we can cooperate." His subordinate replied, "Yes, Young Master Sun," and then nothing more was said.

He now remembered that the product he was trying was a hair growth cream – "Qing Si Tang" hair growth cream.

He rubbed his temples, feeling as if he had missed something, but thankfully it wasn't too late.

On stage, Luo Yumei's product presentation was coming to an end.

She closed the folder, bowed to the audience, and said, "Thank you everyone."

Applause broke out from the audience, mostly from the leaders, while the applause from others was sparse and not very enthusiastic, more like a polite clapping.

The reporters had indifferent expressions; some looked down at their phones, some whispered to each other, and some gave fake smiles to the camera, immediately reverting to their original expressions after taking the photos.

They didn't distrust Luo Yumei, but rather they didn't believe anything anyone said on stage.

Whether a product is good or not, and whether it works, cannot be determined by mere words.

You need to look at experimental data, user feedback, and authoritative certifications.

How can a newly established small company convince people?

But their gazes and camera lenses never left the young man on the side stage.

Luo Fei stood there, observing the expressions of the people below the stage, his mind perfectly clear.

He didn't want to go on stage; it was his aunt's company, and she was the boss. He didn't want to steal her thunder.

But you can't avoid the limelight just by not trying to get it.

Some words, spoken by him, carry ten times more weight than those spoken by his aunt.

This is not because he is eloquent, but because he doesn't lie.

No one would doubt that someone who survived a mushroom bomb explosion would lie about a bottle of hair growth cream.

He pressed down on Liu Qiang, who was about to go on stage, and whispered, "I'll go," before stepping onto the stage.

The audience fell silent instantly, everyone holding their breath, afraid of missing a single word Luo Fei said.

All the camera lenses were pointed at him at the same time, and the flashes went off again, several times more intense than before, making the entire area in front of the stage as bright as day.

The provincial TV station's cameras were constantly filming him, and the director shouted into his headset, "Keep your hand steady, don't cut, just film him."