The two kept talking about the expo, and yesterday's bidding meeting was naturally also on their list of topics.
"The expo is just a few days away, so let's finalize the catering arrangements as soon as possible." The old man gently shook the blue teacup in his hand, and the deep red tea in the cup rippled outwards in waves.
"Indeed, it's dragged on for far too long." The man sighed, downing his tea in one gulp. "It really should be settled by now, and the hotel needs time to prepare. It's just a pity that after all this time, we still haven't found any leverage."
"Take your time, there's no rush. There will be plenty of opportunities." The old man smiled, picked up the teapot, and poured eight-tenths full of the empty cup the man had placed on the table.
Beep beep beep—
The phone screen on the table suddenly lit up, and the QQ notification sound also rang. Both of them looked at the phone at the same time; it was the old man's phone that was making the noise.
The old man has added many people on his QQ account, but most of them are people he knows and they only contact him when they need something. Why is that?
He put down the teapot, reached for his phone, opened QQ, and found that the boy he had added yesterday had sent him several pictures and a message.
"Secretary Feng, these are photos taken by an exhibitor I met yesterday. The booth looks quite impressive (thumbs up)."
This young man is really carefree; he comes to tell me about such a small thing.
The old man gently shook his head, put on his reading glasses, and clicked to load the photo.
The rings quickly connected end to end, the photos were loaded, and the entire screen was filled.
The photo shows a small device of unknown purpose; it's not a high-tech product, nor is it anything special.
The second photo was taken with the same device, just from a slightly different angle.
After looking at two photos, the old man wanted to exit the viewing mode, but as soon as his finger touched the photo, he saw a bright red color.
Open the photo again and stare intently at that splash of red.
"Yuan Zhong, come and take a look at this photo. See if I'm seeing things," the old man called softly.
Upon hearing this, Meng Yuanzhong, the middle-aged man sitting opposite the old man, put down the teacup he had just picked up, walked behind the old man, leaned over to look at the phone in the old man's hand, and also saw the conspicuous red color.
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