Noon.
Outside the airport.
Several people from the Investment Bureau and County TV Station stayed behind inside, while Dong Xuebin and Zhang Dongfang went out and boarded the empty tour bus they had rented. It was meant to pick up the investors arriving that afternoon. Although the county had tried to arrange everyone's flights to arrive around ten or eleven in the morning, some investors had special circumstances and could not catch morning flights, so quite a few were scheduled to arrive around noon or in the afternoon.
On the bus.
Dong Xuebin could finally sit down for a while. He dropped into a seat at the front, opened the window, lit a cigarette, and immediately took a drag. "Lao Zhang, how's the train station side going?"
Zhang Dongfang sat beside him. After a busy morning, he too was exhausted, his chubby face covered in sweat. "The train station side has been handled. They called me just now. One group is almost at our county, and another is already on the way back from the station. Everything's going smoothly. As for our local investors, most of them have already checked directly into the hotels we arranged. Neither of us can make it back for the lunch gathering, so Lao Wei will have to accompany them. By the way, can the performers arrive this afternoon? Will the two of us attend the dinner tonight?"
Dong Xuebin checked the time. "Things are pretty uncertain on my end. I still don't know when they'll arrive. I can't even reach a lot of them since I don't have their contact information. We'll see whether I can get back tonight. I might not be able to attend the dinner. If I really can't make it, you go handle it. The Culture Festival doesn't open until