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The venue was quiet, and no one spoke, only the leader on the rostrum kept clicking the mouse.

"Ghost press the bed! Ghost press the bed! It's still a ghost press! There are such reports everywhere!" The leader looks very angry.

Then there was a sound of mouse clicks.

"Bang!" The leader slapped the table and stood up.

"It's almost all ghost presses! What era is it now!" The leader shouted, and the angry voice swirled around the meeting.

The people below looked at each other in con's face, and no one dared to speak.

"The ghost press bed is the technique of the last century. Don't you have any new ideas? Organize you to watch so many excellent domestic and foreign ghost movies in vain! Why don't you know how to learn and learn from? Let me tell you, if you go on like this, you can't expect to get the index of reincarnation from me! The meeting is off!" After saying that, the leader drifted away like a gust of wind.

The people below also disappeared one after another, leaving only empty ruins.