Central Park.
In front of the main stage.
After exchanging a few words and voicing a few complaints, Director Sun still failed to get the answer he wanted and left in frustration. A clever housewife could not cook without rice; with no performers, he could only vent his energy elsewhere. His voice grew even louder as he tore into the people setting up the venue. But complaints aside, Director Sun truly deserved his reputation as one of the industry's top gala stage directors. His skills were solid. Under his direction and arrangements over the past two days, the stage was basically ready. Everyone had seen it for themselves and now understood why Secretary Dong had asked Director Sun to help. An expert was an expert, not someone amateurs like them could compare to. Some County Leaders had initially felt that hiring a director was unnecessary, but after seeing Director Sun's setup and overall design, they said nothing more. That was also why, even when Director Sun shouted and cursed at people, the County Leaders simply turned a blind eye. He genuinely had the ability, and this was his field of expertise. Amateurs like them should not get in the way.
The stage setup proceeded in an orderly fashion.
All that remained were the performers and the audience.
"Old Meng." Dong Xuebin turned around and looked for her.
Meng Hanmei, who was still giving instructions to her subordinates, heard him and immediately strode over. "Secretary, I'm here."
Dong Xuebin said, "How are the guest contacts going? How many have confirmed? Count the numbers and set aside the tickets. We need to prepare this in advance. There are only so many chairs, and we definitely need to reserve seats for investors and guest leaders." Since it was a gala—one that was practically