The main planner was a young man in his early twenties, exceptionally capable and had been promoted exceptionally to the main planner of this jewelry exhibition.
He saw that Fu Jinghen's expression was indifferent and even set a time limit for him, leaving him somewhat at a loss, feeling as though he had done something wrong.
"President Fu, am I being too long-winded?"
"It's not you, don't worry about it," Fu Jinghen explained. "My wife reminded me to eat on time, and I'm already past the limit."
The man's tone carried a hint of braggadocio.
Everyone: "..."
Feng Li, sitting to the left of Fu Jinghen, glanced at the obviously stunned crowd and scornfully curled his lips.
Compared to what they usually saw, these stimuli were nothing at all.
A bunch of bumpkins who hadn't seen the world.
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This trip, Jiang Yao and Xiao Chu accompanied Wen Qiao on a business trip. For convenience and safety, Wen Qiao, with a grand gesture, booked a top-floor suite for the three to share.
