Ma Yang, who was seated in the front row, yawned and smacked his lips, wondering why the news conference had not ended after more than two hours.
These people were asking endless questions!
It sounded so boring, but the people behind seemed to be very excited and kept asking questions.
Ma Yang had wanted to leave a long time ago. However, he was sitting in the first row after all. It would be too obvious. This time, he was here on behalf of Brother Qian. He was afraid that it would affect him if he left, so he could only sit in boredom.
He Desheng turned his head and asked softly, "Boss Ma, do you have any questions for him?"
Ma Yang shook his head. "Question my a*s. I'm not interested in roasted cold noodles at all. I feel sleepy listening to it."
He Desheng nodded. Indeed, Meng Chang had spoken so much about the internet and used so many words that he had created himself. Other investors were listening with relish, but to Boss Ma, it was like chewing wax.
