Outside the conference hall, one could easily spot quite a few foreigners.
They gathered in groups, wearing badges around their necks that indicated their identities and origins.
Around them, the domestic attendees of the software conference were watching them with various gazes.
Long before the conference, companies from home and abroad had already engaged in fierce competition over the internet.
Now that they were on-site, many people made no attempt to conceal their hostility towards these foreigners.
"Xiaowei, what are you looking at?"
Having taken in the scene, Wu Xiaoxia turned her head and saw Zhang Xiaowei staring intently ahead, and she asked curiously.
Zhang Xiaowei turned around, smiled faintly, shook his head, and said, "Just looking around, let's go inside."
Zhang Xiaowei, with Wu Xiaoxia, slowly followed the queue and moved forward.
"Mr. Zhang, what a coincidence to see you here."
Suddenly, an awkward voice came from behind.
