The main venue, inside the central convergence corridor.
The bright lights shone through the walls inlaid with golf-themed artwork.
The atmosphere had shifted from the initial free-flowing pleasantries to a faint, coiled tension.
People no longer wandered around at will, their gazes flicking now and then toward the entrance of the main passage leading to the course.
According to the club's schedule, it was just about time for them to enter and head to the viewing area by the first hole.
As for the Ms. Ouyang everyone was eagerly waiting for, she naturally would not appear during such a bustling waiting segment.
Someone of her level would usually have entered the inner field locker room through the VIP-exclusive passage long ago, only making her grand entrance at the most crucial moment of the tee-off ceremony.
In fact, Ms. Ouyang rarely attended regional industrial exchange events of this sort.
This time, not only had she come in person, she had also gathered the core leadership of Xuanji Light Realm, Tang Jin Family Office, and Tang Yi Precision at Mission Hills. This had gone far beyond ordinary business and was more like the release of some kind of signal.
It left the local entrepreneurs of Guan City present with a faint unease, as if they were being scrutinized, or even shut out.
The area where the production team of Starlight at Fingertips was located sat toward the rear-middle of the entire convergence corridor, close to the side wing.
They were indeed glamorous, flawless in both makeup and haute couture attire.
But at this moment, no one paid them any attention, nor did anyone take the initiative to come over and chat.
They dared even less to act presumptuously.
Even Wei Tingsong, the producer who had always been skilled at social maneuvering, could