The next morning.
Today was the opening day of the Investment Conference. All the office staff had come to Xiangyi Hotel, and the lobby was bustling with activity.
Dong Xuebin had not gone home the previous day and had checked directly into the hotel. The moment he woke up that morning, he went downstairs to make arrangements.
Seeing that Sun Shuli, Luo Haiting, and the others had also arrived early, he directed them, "Director Luo, get a few people and the hotel staff to tidy up the venue again. The seats, microphones, and sound system—make sure nothing goes wrong. Old Sun, has the speaking order for the opening ceremony been finalized?"
"It was arranged by Jia Yan."
"Who's representing the investors?"
"President Park was originally scheduled to speak, but now..."
"Change it. I have someone else in mind."
After saying that, Dong Xuebin turned and called out to Lin Pingping, who was speaking with someone at the front desk. "Lin, let me see the brochures."
Lin Pingping hurried over with a colorful booklet.
Dong Xuebin took it, looked it over, and nodded. "Fine, no major problems. Just make sure to prepare a few dozen more copies."
"More? Oh, okay, I'll hurry them along." Lin Pingping did not ask any questions and went to handle it.
"Jiang." Dong Xuebin called to Jiang Hailiang in the distance. "Send someone outside to keep watch. If any investors arrive, notify me immediately!"
"Understood!"
That morning, a few more businessmen arrived at the hotel sporadically. Including those who had arrived the day before, there were only ten in total, and the situation had not improved.
At that moment, it was only because Director Dong was there that no one showed their worried expressions. Still, they could not help feeling bitter inside.
It was not that