The exhibition hall was open from nine in the morning until six in the evening.
Opportunities like this were rare. Usually, the vendors just ordered fast food for lunch to tide themselves over and would not readily leave.
Ding Ding frowned at the boxed lunch delivered next door, which had nothing going for it in looks, smell, or taste. Alone, he could eat anything, but with Little Bai along, there was absolutely no way he would settle for food like that.
Around noon, Ding Ding sealed off the booth with tape and called Little Bai to come outside with him.
Bai Congming looked bewildered. "Aren't we running the stall?"
"We are," Ding Ding said. "We'll come back after lunch."
The weather was not exactly warm. They found a rice noodle shop, and a steaming pot of noodles left them both feeling refreshed.
When they returned to the exhibition hall, someone had pulled down the tape across the entrance. Two people were in the booth, one sitting and one standing. The one standing bent slightly as he served tea, the very picture of flattery.
Ding Ding walked over with raised eyebrows and greeted the man sitting down.
"Jeff, you're early."
They had arranged to meet at one thirty, and Jeff was ten minutes early.
"Ding!" Jeff looked very excited. "Where did you go? I thought I had the wrong place, but he..."
As Jeff spoke, he glanced at Li Hao beside him, not particularly kindly.
Jeff had frequently done business with Ding Ding's company before and had met Li Hao too. During the period when Ding Ding ran into trouble, Jeff had gone back to India. He had only learned about the whole incident later through email.
People without a conscience did not deserve a friendly smile.
"He said you'd gone