8:20.
Surrounded by the crowd, Zhao Yi, wearing a suit and tie, stepped into the meeting room with a dignified stride, and the noise in the air quickly cooled down.
Under the gaze of everyone, he went up to the podium, stood in the middle, glanced below the podium, and immediately noticed the guests in the first row.
Yang Zhenning, Edward Witten. Next to Yang Zhenning was…
Xiao Ye?
No, it's that, that... he thought for a long time but still couldn't remember the name and had to look at the others.
George Smute.
He had seen George Smute two days ago, which was not surprising, but the one sitting next to Smute was quite unexpected.
"Sheldon Glashow?"
"Would this old man... attend my presentation?"
"That seems unlikely…"