C536 – It Is Delivered to Your Door
”I really don’t want to go, brother,” came Su Qiu’s somewhat downcast voice over the phone.
”What’s the matter, sis?” Su Ming paused briefly before asking, “This is a good opportunity, you know.”
“I’m aware, brother. I understand Principal Ye means well, wanting me to meet more people, to build a network for the future. But I just checked the attendee list, and he’s going to be there...” Su Qiu trailed off mid-sentence.
”You mean Ning Zhiyuan is on the list?” Su Ming quickly grasped the situation.
”Yes...” Su Qiu’s voice carried a hint of distaste.
”Just go,” Su Ming replied, suddenly bursting into laughter.
”Go?” Su Qiu was taken aback. “But, brother, I don’t want to see him.”
“Don’t worry about it. Go ahead, I’m treating you to a good show today. And bring Qianqian along,” Su Ming said with a slight smile.
Well, well, I was just figuring out how to get back at you.
And here you are, walking right into my hands.
You can’t blame me for what happens next.
Young Master Ning.
It must be said, you’re quite lucky.
“Where’s the meeting being held?” Su Ming inquired, as if remembering something.
”At the Dragonhawk Hotel, starting at ten o’clock,” came Su Qiu’s response, accompanied by the rustling of papers.
”Great, take Xixi with you. But first, you both should stop by the pharmacy,” Su Ming instructed cheerily.
”Buy two N95 masks.”
”Huh?” Su Qiu was puzzled. “Brother, why do we need masks?”
“Don’t ask now; you’ll understand when it’s time,” Su Ming said with a secretive smile.
”Okay then,” Su Qiu acquiesced, always the obedient one. With that, she ended the call.
Su Ming freshened up quickly and gave the situation some thought. This time, instead of driving, he opted for a taxi directly to the Dragonhawk Hotel.
The Dragonhawk Hotel was well-known in Eastsea. Despite its name suggesting it was just a hotel, what really put it on the map was the massive five-story hall owned by the family. After all, this was Eastsea, a bustling first-tier city with a constant stream of people arriving daily to conduct business.
Moreover, there were schools and other major corporations involved.
Government agencies needed space for meetings, too.
A few people were manageable, but when the numbers grew, it could be quite a headache.
Dragonhawk Hotel capitalized on this need by transforming their fifth floor into a conference hall, available for direct rental. It was incredibly popular, with bookings scheduled months in advance. The main attractions were the top-notch facilities, affordable prices, and professional staff. The seating was all genuine leather, a far cry from the hard, uncomfortable benches in standard meeting rooms. You could sit for hours and still feel cozy and relaxed.
Su Ming had a bottle of weight gain pills in his pocket as he reclined in his seat, eyes half-closed. Soon, they reached the Dragonhawk Hotel. The moment he stepped out of the car, his stomach growled. Oops! He had forgotten to eat breakfast. Though the hotel had a kitchen, it was just breakfast, and not worth the fuss.
Su Ming headed to an alley nearby, found a street vendor, and ordered a scallion pancake. He then grabbed a milk tea from next door and casually made his way to a nearby bench. There was no rush; he had time to spare. As he was about to bite into his pancake, a shadow loomed over him. Looking up, Su Ming saw a middle-aged man standing before him. The man had an average appearance, with slicked-back, shiny hair, dressed in a suit and tie, and sporting shiny leather shoes. He carried a small leather bag that likely wasn’t cheap and wore a watch on his wrist.
“Hey! You! Hand over your breakfast,” the man demanded, eyeing Su Ming with a frown and an impatient tone.
“What?” Su Ming was taken aback. Did I hear that right? This well-dressed man doesn’t have money for breakfast? Resorting to snatching someone’s meal in broad daylight? Damn, buddy, you must be down on your luck.
“Damn it! Are you listening to me?!” the man barked.
“I need to run a very important meeting, so I don’t have time to grab breakfast!”
“I’ve got your breakfast right here!”
The middle-aged man, clearly impatient, pulled a red bill from his pocket and tossed it at Su Ming. “Take it.”
But in that instant.
Su Ming silently slipped a tiny pill inside with his right hand.
And a few more into the scallion pancake.
Such a generous serving.
Big brother.
You’re the first to try these weight-gain pills.
A noble guinea pig.
Best of luck!
“Hmph!”
The middle-aged man was haughtily satisfied: “Smart move, kid.”
He was brimming with pride.
Incredible!
I’m just too good!
[Did you see that? I told him I’m the director of the Ning Group.]
The guy backed down immediately.
I feel unstoppable.
I’m radiating an extraordinary brilliance!
The middle-aged man, beaming with satisfaction, reached for the scallion pancakes and milk tea.
He took several hearty swigs first.
Then he grabbed the pancake and bit into it.
“Hmm?”
He walked a few steps forward, pausing to inspect the scallion pancake.
What are these little black dots?
What on earth?
Ah!
I’ve figured it out!
It’s got to be a new seasoning for the scallion pancakes!
Yes!
That’s definitely it!
Like a whirlwind, the middle-aged man devoured the scallion pancakes and milk tea.
He then headed straight upstairs to the conference hall.
Su Ming waited at the entrance for a moment.
Before long, a sedan approached from a distance.
Su Ming cracked a slight smile.
Here it comes.