Bai Meihua sat to the side, watching Lu Feng cautiously. She became increasingly nervous. This person, who was not much older than her, was not only extraordinary, but also intimidating. He seemed to be in charge of many people.
Half an hour later, the car stopped downstairs at a hotel called Dingxing Hotel. Lu Feng said to Bai Meihua, "Get out of the car."
The hotel is twenty stories high, which is only considered average in the Pearl River Delta region. Bai Meihua got out of the car, carrying her belongings. She looked at the surrounding high-rise buildings and then at the clean and tidy floor tiles, appearing very nervous and at a loss.
"Let's go, I'll arrange a room for you first," Lu Feng said to her.
Once inside the hotel, Lu Feng left the rest to the driver. He asked where Mr. Ye was, took the elevator, and headed straight for the fifteenth floor.
Five or six people were sitting in the reception room on the fifteenth floor, drinking coffee and discussing matters, occasionally glancing at their watches and wondering why President Lu hadn't arrived yet.
Lu Feng knocked on the glass door, drawing everyone's attention.
"President Lu!" A man in his thirties stood up, and the others hurriedly followed suit. The man said, "Have a safe journey. When did you arrive? This young Zhao is incompetent. I should have gone down to greet you."
"Enough with the nonsense." Lu Feng found a chair, sat down, and asked, "When is the agreed-upon time with the city government?"
"Three o'clock in the afternoon!"
"All the conditions have been agreed upon? You've agreed to them all?"
"They said that's how it is, but the leaders in the investment promotion office said that there are some things that you have to say, and that we can't say anything. They didn't want to reveal more and specifically asked for you to come."
What's your name?
"My name is Ye Wusheng, Mr. Lu!"
"Get me a room. I'll take a shower and get some sleep first, and we'll talk about it this afternoon." Lu Feng stood up, looking a little tired. He looked at Bai Meihua and then remembered that he had to make arrangements for her.
"Arrange a room for her too."
"Mr. Lu, your room is ready. This way, please." Someone led Lu Feng out of the reception room.
Ye Wusheng glanced at Bai Meihua and was a little dumbfounded. This girl exuded a simple and unsophisticated air, or to put it bluntly, she was a bit rustic. She was carrying a cloth bag that she had sewn herself, as well as a woven bag containing her luggage.
"President Lu, didn't you say you would come yourself? Who is this person...?" Ye Wusheng couldn't help but ask.
I found it on the street!
Ye Wusheng secretly admired him. As expected of President Lu, others might lose face, but he would save face.
"Get her a room and make the arrangements."
Lu Feng returned to his room and took a hot shower, completely releasing his fatigue. He drew the curtains, lay down on the bed, and before drifting off to sleep, he thought to himself, "If I ever take a hard seat on a green-skinned train again, I'll be a coward!"
The next second, loud snoring began.
Bai Meihua entered the room and was a little confused by the facilities. The waiter explained to her for a long time before she finally knew how to take a bath. Lying on the soft bed and looking at her surroundings, she had only one question in her mind: Who exactly is he?
.................
At nine o'clock in the morning, a rented room was filled with smoke. An old leather jacket sat on a chair smoking, and two men in their forties sat next to him.
"This trip is almost half gone!"
"Okay, my hand is injured." The bearded man shouted, holding up his bandaged hand.
"That young man must be found and taken care of. Damn it, he's unethical and trampled on my plate!"
"A young man? What does he look like?"
"He's disabled, draw one for him!"
The polio-stricken man picked up a pen and, with surprising dexterity, quickly sketched Lu Feng's simple outline. However, the portrait was drawn from a low angle, highlighting his two large nostrils.
"You're crippled, you're crippled in the hands, not brain-damaged, draw a front-facing photo!"
"I'm 1.5 meters tall, and this is how I see him. What am I supposed to draw?"
"oops!!!"
Everyone present was speechless, holding their foreheads. Then they realized that what the person said was right. From the perspective of a cripple, Lu Feng was indeed looking up at him!
“If we can find them, no matter how realistic the drawing is, we can ask around and find out more. There is also a girl in her twenties and a middle-aged migrant worker couple. The bearded hand was injured by the migrant worker couple.”
"Alright, I'll show this to the guys on the other lines and get a clear picture of things first. Maybe we shouldn't go to this line yet, so we don't get into a direct conflict and the police can take advantage of the situation."
Everyone nodded in agreement, realizing they also needed to rest for a few days.
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