Chapter 202 - Professional Exchange Conference

The Professional Exchange Conference occurred in the Hillman Hotel’s Unity Hall, in S Country’s capital, Black Dragon City. The Unity Hall could accommodate more than 2,000 people.

Moss arrived in the car Weston had sent to pick up and saw many people walking into the hotel to attend the conference. Hillman Hotel was an 88-stories high, the tallest building in Black Dragon City, and the highest star-rated hotel.

Moss looked at the scene before him and knew the exchange conference would be extraordinary.

Moss wore a black suit he had bought from a store the day before. It was also the most expensive suit he had worn in the 16 years he had been in this world.

Whittle, a White Deer City’s National Professional Alliance staff member, looked at his watch and reminded Moss, “Moss, we should register at the office first. We can only enter the venue after obtaining an admission card.”

Moss nodded and followed Whittle to the registration office.

“Wait here, Moss. I’ll go over and say hello before coming back. We’ll enter the venue together later.”

“Okay, I’ll wait here.” Moss nodded as it was not a trivial matter to him. Still, there was a tiny incident. Moss was tall and slender, but his face was young and tender. One could tell he was a student.

The hotel staff quickly noticed the good-looking Moss standing around. Then one chubby and one thin security personnel approached Moss. The chubby personnel was the first to speak, “Student, this is a registration office. Do you have an invitation to the Professional Exchange Conference?”

“I don’t have one, sir. My name is Moss. Can you tell me yours?” Moss said calmly.

The thin security personnel got angry when he heard Moss did not have an invitation card. “Why are you here if you don’t have an invitation? Don’t cause us trouble. Can’t you see there are nearly 1,200 people who need to go through grading procedures?” The thin man pointed at the long line behind Moss as he spoke.

Someone else noticed Moss as the two personnel approached him. The person thought Moss looked familiar. When the person heard Moss’s name, others who knew Moss began to whisper among themselves.

“Isn’t that Moss? The student who rejected special enrollment offers from the top ten institutes?”

“He looks similar to Moss.”

“Wait, isn’t he going to take the college entrance exams? What is he doing here if he has to prepare for it?”

…

The security personnel was about to remove Moss from the scene when Whittle returned. He realized something was wrong and immediately rushed over.

“Excuse me. Moss is here to participate in the conference. President Weston was the one who invited him!” Whittle flashed his ID as he spoke.

When the two personnel saw Whittle’s ID, they hurriedly stood at attention and sincerely apologized, “W-We’re sorry, Student Moss. We hope you can forgive us for offending you!”

Just like that, the misunderstanding was over, but the people discussing Moss just now spoke even more intensely.

“I didn’t expect President Weston to invite a high school student to this event!”

“Oh, I remember now. That student won the Future Star award in White Deer City’s professional competition!”

“I’m curious about Moss’s purpose for attending the Professional Exchange Conference.”

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After entering the venue, Moss looked at the seating chart and finally located his name tag in the middle of the east side. He sat down, flipped through a booklet, and discovered the conference’s theme—to protect humankind’s hard-won peace.

Moss looked around and realized there were quite a few participants around. They were members of the National Professional Alliance from all over the country like colleges, universities, research institutes, etcetera.

The top 30 institutes were also on the list. However, the Magical Beast Emergency Defense Center, EDC, was the one that attracted Moss’s attention the most.

‘Hmm, they’re going to make a speech later.’ Moss noticed this and remembered what time the EDC would give its speech.

Warm applause echoed a moment later at 9:00 am. After Eli, the secretary-general, gave a brief opening speech, Weston, sitting upright on the stage, took the lead in speaking.

“Welcome to the beautiful Black Dragon City, and thank you all for participating in the Professional Exchange Conference! On behalf of the National Professional Alliance, I would like to express our heartfelt thanks and sincere greetings to everyone.”

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After Weston’s introduction, the next agenda of the conference commenced—VIP guest speeches.

“Moss, big shots from the professional world will make speeches during this segment. You should listen carefully,” Whittle whispered as he sat beside Moss.

Moss immediately perked up as he took out a notebook he had brought.

“Next, let’s give warm applause to Monte, the president of Kyoto Institute! His speech is about using each student’s characteristics to make the best of themselves!”

When the speech ended, there was thunderous applause below the stage.

Then an older gentleman with gray hair and medium build slowly approached the podium and began his speech, “Thank you for your excellent speech, President Monte!”

Monte’s speech jolted Moss’s heart. First was Sofia, then Monte. It deepened Moss’s yearning for Kyoto.

Then he flipped through the booklet and discovered that the big shots that would speak later were people he had only seen in his textbooks. At the same time, he felt the big shots’ exceptional temperament and potent spiritual powers.

At that time, Moss understood Weston’s good intentions when he invited him to participate in the exchange conference.

On the one hand, Moss could experience and listen to these big shots up close and personal compared to reading about them in books. On the other hand, he could broaden his horizons and set new goals.

The people who spoke were the country’s experts at level 60 or above. There were also intermediate experts above level 50 among these representatives.

Moss set his goal with these big shots’ influences in mind—to become like them and make his contributions to maintaining peace for humankind.

Listening to their speeches also meant improving himself. They spoke of things Moss had never heard before. Although there were some things he did not understand, it was constructive to his thinking.

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Weston gave his concluding speech at the final segment of the conference. He mentioned he must pay attention to the upcoming professionals with a large base and should also start paying more attention to the level of professionals.

He used himself as an example to explain that there were no disadvantages to one’s class. He also emphasized that if he could raise the levels of a class like knights, the entire knight community would rise again.

When Weston gave his opinion, it immediately caused a heated discussion.

“In the past few decades, we have indeed solidified the idea that one’s class matters the most. I agree that it’s time to change!”

“Can we use Moss as an example or reference? This would require careful consideration!”

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Ultimately, the Professional Exchange Conference was a success. Although the conference ended, topics like “There are only weak people and no weak classes” and “Will the idea of class supremacy impact one’s development” sparked heated debates within society.