The dinner continued.
Since his chopsticks had never stopped moving, Lu Zhou was already full by the halfway point.
Unable to withstand Minister Grudjev constantly trying to get friendly with him, along with Academician Kaufmann's burning gaze, Lu Zhou held out for a while longer before politely saying that he needed to use the restroom. Then he got up, left his seat, and slipped out of the banquet hall.
The moment he stepped outside, the clamor abruptly faded away.
Lu Zhou leisurely made his way to the restroom. After washing his face at the sink, he headed to the balcony of the Purple Mountain Grand Hotel.
Speaking of this hotel, he had come here quite a few times. Starry Sky Technology's annual meeting was held here every year, and if he went back further, he had once been invited to a celebration banquet here during his university days. He was quite familiar with the layout.
The open-air balcony on the fifth floor faced the foothills of Purple Mountain. On an autumn evening, one could see Purple Mountain at its most beautiful, with fiery reds and golden yellows stretching across the hills.
Unfortunately, it was already eight o'clock at night, and the finest days of October had long passed. Other than the chilly evening breeze, there was not much left to enjoy.
Still, for Lu Zhou, who merely wanted to escape the lively atmosphere inside the banquet hall and find somewhere to kill time, it was more than enough.
He found a seat at random and sat down. When the hotel waiter standing by the entrance noticed him, he quickly came over with a menu.
"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"
"A hot mocha."
"Certainly." The waiter nodded and hastily jotted it down on the menu. But just