The Standing Committee meeting room of the 1990s was different from what one might imagine. Looking around, the concise yet grand layout exuded a pragmatic and efficient style. The conference table was as smooth as a mirror, and the neatly arranged documents and materials emitted the fresh scent of printer's ink.
Raising one's eyes, the lighting was soft and bright, illuminating the entire space with crystal clarity.
Qi Tongwei glanced around, found the spot with his nameplate, walked over, and slowly sat down.
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