At half-past eleven in the morning, Chen Cheng and his entourage had already been waiting in Banna Travel Investment's reception room for almost an hour.
No one replenished the tea in the cups, nor did anyone come to ask after Mr. Chen; the four people seemed as if they had been forgotten in this not-so-large room. The agreed time for the signing, which had seemed so certain, now appeared indefinitely postponed.
Let alone meeting Director Guo of Travel Investment.
If it had been any other time, Chen Cheng definitely would have become impatient.
But just as he had told the three in the hotel, after contacting Cao Yue, he understood very well these bureaucrats' temperaments and intentions.
Time ticked away by the second, and the anxiety on Chen Donghai's face grew increasingly severe.
Both Xia Yubing and Tong Jialu were restless, intermittently glancing at Chen Cheng with eyes full of anxiety.
