After the introductions, Lin Zhe politely greeted everyone and took his seat.
Everyone present knew one another; Lin Zhe was the only stranger.
Moreover, they were all wealthy people worth tens of millions or even over a hundred million yuan, rich enough to be called tycoons.
These three business executives might have been nobodies on the national stage, their names unheard of.
But in a small place like Rao City, they were figures of some standing.
Their conversation revolved around topics such as the domestic economy, future market strategies, financing, and investment.
This was Lin Zhe's first time attending such a high-level gathering, and he kept feeling out of place.
Wasn't tonight's dinner supposed to be about the Yellow Millet Pillows?
On the way here, Lin Zhe had prepared a whole spiel, ready to give anyone who asked about the Yellow Millet Pillows a nonstop sales pitch.
Yet not a single person asked anything about the pillows!
"You run an inn, right, Lin? Do you have any long-term plans or strategies for it?"
"Any plans to raise capital and go public?"
"I've noticed tourism has started recovering these past two years. The stocks of those big domestic guesthouse chains have been doing very well."
After all that conversation, someone finally spoke to Lin Zhe. It was Huang Liying, President Huang of Yu Meiren.
Huang Liying's Yu Meiren was a large beauty and wellness chain in Rao City.
Li Muchan was one of their VIP members and spent over a million yuan a year there. Through their repeated interactions, the two had gotten to know each other.
Of course, Li Muchan's million-plus yuan of spending there wasn't entirely about "paying for beauty." Her main goal was to establish a connection with Huang Liying.
Huang Liying had some seriously powerful connections in