Noon.
A little after twelve.
Inside the Small Banquet Hall on the hotel's fifth floor.
Putting down his chopsticks, Dong Xuebin had not eaten until he was this full in a long time. Looking thoroughly content, he leaned back in his chair and leisurely smoked a cigarette. He was stuffed.
Ring, ring, ring.
His phone rang.
"Hello, who is this?"
"County Chief Dong, it's Chang Juan."
"Sister Chang, what is it? Is the luggage all taken care of?"
"It's mostly packed, but your luggage..."
"Move mine out too. Leave all the rooms for the investors."
"All right. Should Xiao Gong and I bring your clothes and things downstairs too?"
"How about this? I'm done eating here, so I'll come upstairs to find you. Wait for me."
"Okay. Mainly, Xiao Gong said she shouldn't touch your luggage without permission, and she didn't know how to arrange it. I thought she was right, so I called to ask you."
"I'll come up and sort it out."
"Then we'll wait for you in the Presidential Suite."
"You haven't eaten yet? I'll bring some food up."
"No need, haha. We can just grab something later."
"How can that be? It's midday, and I've had you two women busy with luggage. You've worked hard too. All right, don't worry about it. Wait ten minutes for me."
After hanging up, Dong Xuebin saw that the Party Secretary and Mayor had not yet arrived at the main table. He walked over to Hua Li's side—not to give Hua Li face, but out of respect for the foreign investors. He could not let them think he had no manners. If he was leaving, he at least had to say something. "Mayor Hua, everyone, something came up upstairs, so I need to excuse myself first. I'm terribly sorry. There's