Even if the members of the Anti-Fethical Superstition Association in Qianjiang Province and Xiaoxiang Province are combined, they are not enough to be a fraction of the Jiuzhou Metaphysical Society.

But it was such a big guy who was educated by the newly established anti-feudal superstition association. How could he swallow this tone?

There were at least 200 members and guests participating in the founding conference of the Xiaoxiang Anti-Fethical Superstition Association, and the hotel was filled with a large conference hall.

When he met a meeting, Li Bai felt as if he was cursed and was depressed.

Even if those old cadres retired, they still remained the same as before. The reportage literature is of great importance, and there are many spiritual thoughts, one, two, three, four, and very well-informed.

Yawning!

Very sleepy!

Leaning on the table in front of me, I started to snore in a short while.

Old Chen was quite helpless, especially when he noticed that many people nearby looked at each other from time to time. He paid attention to the young man who rescued the Xiaoxiang Provincial Association yesterday and felt his face was dazed.

You will die if you sleep for a while!

The Qianjiang Provincial Association's face was so shamed that this guy was thrown away!

The leaders of the cultural department of Xiaoxiang Province made speeches, representatives of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles spoke, and representatives of the Artists Association made speeches. Everyone could show their faces and say a few words on the stage. The PPT used for demonstrations was more refined than the other, and the day passed quickly.

The next morning, six luxury buses, two eleven Toyota Coasters and an Audi A8l parked at the hotel door like a long dragon.

The founding conference not only listened to leaders' speeches and various reports and speeches in five-star hotels, but also went deep into the folk in Xiaoxiang Province to inspect the world-famous Xiangxi witchcraft.
Chapter completed!