He gently reached forward, pressing nothingness, the entire meeting room fell into deep silence, even the sound of breathing was muted.
He calmly watched Ding Yishan, his gaze deep and tranquil as a pond, as if watching a plant long deprived of rain, observing how the shriveled branches and leaves slowly expanded in the nourishing rain.
But some in the audience had faces that suddenly changed, especially a few ministers stuck at the fourth step for many years, whose eyes widened, faces showing amazement, bewilderment, finally becoming disbelief.
What?
This... how is this possible?
But the fact happened right before them!
Under everyone’s gaze, in less than half a minute, Ding Yishan slowly let out a long breath.
His appearance showed no change, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes hadn’t faded, but the spirit between his brows seemed to be infused with new vitality.
The muddiness in his eyes reignited with sharp light, relaxed shoulders straightened, making him appear twenty years younger in an instant.
He... has achieved Unity of Heaven and Man?
To the martial artists outside, achieving Unity of Heaven and Man merely signifies reaching the final realm of New Martial, indicating that one’s strength and technique have peaked.
But to everyone present, Unity of Heaven and Man holds even more significant meaning, signifying the complete solidification of one’s beliefs, no longer susceptible to wavering.
Ding Yishan, officially received a "ticket" towards the Extraordinary.
Even the weakest ticket provides a thirty percent probability of resisting contamination from the Extraordinary.
Far exceeding his previous success rate of less than five percent by several folds!
"Indeed, the Migrants are an opportunity, they will bring change to Happiness City, and bring change to everyone present, it’s up to you to seize this opportunity."
Yuan Gang slowly retracted his hand, the sound of breathing flowed back into the meeting room.
His gaze swept over the ministers who had yet to recover from their shock, finally settling on Ding Yishan with a tone carrying a hint of acknowledgment: "Station Chief Ding, please speak."
"Alright!"
Ding Yishan responded without realizing what kind of impact he had caused.
He merely felt the burning force inside his chest had finally found a haven, transforming into a peaceful warm current, making every breath steady.
"Now, to avoid wasting time, we need to set a deadline."
Ding Yishan said firmly, "From this moment on, I hope everyone’s speech only focuses on their own department, telling others what kind of help you can provide for the upcoming migration wave."
"I hope, before the head of each department speaks, you must think carefully whether what you’re saying can be accountable, whether you can bear the consequences."
He paused, then unexpectedly stood up, "Okay, let me start first."
"For the upcoming migration wave, the Inspection Station can deploy thirty to sixty Inspectors, each responsible for the placement of at least eight thousand people, ensuring construction progress advances, avoiding large-scale chaos, ensuring that no basic checks on incoming personnel are overlooked, ensuring..."
He delivered over a dozen guarantees, more than ten significant responsibilities.
After speaking.
He leaned slightly forward, a glint brighter than the ceiling light flashed in his eyes:
"I’ve spoken, who agrees, who opposes!"
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