The Mimo conference room.
It was the same group as yesterday. Huang Xueli had taken the day off specifically to come.
Xiao Mo had arrived first. Wang Xiaoliang sat beside him, and the three men chatted on and off. Wei Zijin and Zhao Nan were each scrolling through their phones and barely joined in.
Only Nuomi was missing.
Xiao Mo raised his wrist and checked the time. It was ten past nine.
He was just reaching for his phone when the door opened from outside.
Nuomi stepped in sideways, followed by two people.
The man in front was in his thirties, wearing a dark jacket, his hair neatly groomed. One hand supported the elderly man beside him.
The old man walked very slowly.
He put effort into every step, but clearly did not have enough strength. An old suit hung loosely on him, its collar open. His face was ashen, and he was terribly thin.
Everyone in the conference room looked over at once.
Nuomi closed the door behind them.
"This is Boss Yan, the distillery owner." She pointed first to the old man, then to the younger one. "And their sales manager, Manager Wang."
Boss Yan gave a slight nod.
Nuomi turned toward Xiao Mo and the others. "Boss Yan, these are our team members."
She did not introduce them one by one. There was no need.
Manager Wang helped Boss Yan sit down. The chair was a little low, and the old man knocked his knee against the edge of the table, letting out a muffled grunt. Manager Wang quickly steadied him.
"I'm fine." Boss Yan waved a hand, his voice hoarse.
Silence settled for a few seconds.
Xiao Mo spoke first.
"Boss Yan, you came all this way despite your poor health, so we won't beat around