The Hailan Grand Hotel
The only five-star hotel in Jianghan City, known for its high standards and prices.
At nine in the morning, Wang Yu arrived punctually, accompanied by two people: Brother Hu and Han Jun.
He had received an invitation the previous day and came to attend directly today, not bringing many people, so he simply asked Brother Hu and Han Jun to come along.
"Little factory manager, are we just showing up to this banquet empty-handed?" Brother Hu leaned in and asked Wang Yu. "Those bastards are clearly up to something, shouldn't we at least make some preparations?"
Hearing Brother Hu's words, Wang Yu pursed his lips.
"What preparations can we make? Should we each carry two bombs? We're here for a banquet, not to blow up a bunker."
"Uh... well, then we should at least change into better clothes, right?" Brother Hu looked at Wang Yu and their own attire, which consisted of shorts and shirts, with a hint of sweat. If one didn't know better, they'd think they were on a vacation.
"Forget it. Even if you wore a dragon robe, they wouldn't look at us any differently. Besides, no matter what you wear, you won't look like a good person." Wang Yu directly retorted to Brother Hu. Didn't this guy have any self-awareness about his appearance?
Being told this by Wang Yu, Brother Hu was suddenly speechless. It seemed to be true, didn't it?
"But little factory manager, these people are all industry giants. In the past, they probably wouldn't even spare us a glance. Now they've banded together to invite us to a meeting. It's clearly not for anything good," Han Jun said in a low voice to Wang Yu. He had considered things more thoroughly. "There's no such thing as a good banquet, and I've never heard of anyone holding a banquet at nine in the morning."
"It's fine, we'll deal with whatever comes our way. They're the ones whose engine supply has been cut off, not us. They're the ones who are truly anxious, so we hold the upper hand."
As they spoke, the few of them arrived at the banquet hall on the third floor. After showing their invitations to the staff, they entered the banquet hall directly.
Well, instead of a banquet hall, it was more like a large conference room.
The banquet hall, originally meant for feasting, had its dining tables cleared out and replaced with neatly arranged conference tables. Each table had corresponding seats and name cards, making it very formal.
In front of the conference tables, dozens of people were seated upright, their appearances varied in age and gender, but without exception, they were all dressed in formal attire and had serious expressions. It was orderly, grand, and carried a hint of solemnity.
"Good heavens, what a scene!" Brother Hu was clearly intimidated by the sight, appearing somewhat reserved and awkward.
"What's there to be afraid of?" Wang Yu casually elbowed him, signaling him not to mess things up. Although this guy was usually boisterous and prone to foul language, acting like he was the most important person in the world, he was ultimately a thug who couldn't handle formal occasions.
On the other hand, Han Jun appeared calm. After all, he had been a cadre at the original automotive plant and had experience with various meetings and formal occasions.
"You're late!" From the head of the conference table, a stern-looking elder spoke to Wang Yu with great seriousness. In front of him was a microphone, and his voice, amplified throughout the hall, was quite intimidating. His name card read: Guanghui Automobile Factory - Du Mosheng.
Indeed, Guanghui Automobile Factory, colloquially known as the "Federal Eldest Son" in the industry, held a prestigious position and possessed immense strength. As the vice president of Guanghui Automobile Factory, Du Mosheng was undoubtedly the leader of this gathering.
As Du Mosheng spoke, dozens of people simultaneously turned their gazes towards Wang Yu.
Feeling the piercing gazes that seemed to penetrate him, Wang Yu remained unconcerned. He subtly checked his watch; it was exactly 9 o'clock, so there was no question of being late. However, since they had brought it up, it was clear they intended to give him a hard time. So, Wang Yu simply shrugged and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, everyone! I met an old lady on the way and helped her cross the road, so I was a bit late. I apologize for making you all wait so long!"
As he spoke, Wang Yu unceremoniously walked to the very front of the conference table. There was a single empty seat there, directly facing the dozens of people, with a name card that read: Jiangyang County Automobile Factory - Wang Yu.
"Hmph, formalism!" Wang Yu pursed his lips. He didn't care that the single seat made him look like he was in a courtroom interrogation. He directly sat down in his designated seat without another word.
Han Jun and Brother Hu stood behind him, one on his left and the other on his right. Damn it, this arrangement made it even more like an interrogation room. What was the difference between this and armed guards following a suspect?
"Wang Yu, you can't..." Seeing Wang Yu sit down, Du Mosheng, with a stern expression, was about to speak.
However, his words were interrupted by Wang Yu's actions.
"Waiter!" Wang Yu waved to a hotel server outside the banquet hall. "Could you bring me two chairs here? Well, everyone, my two subordinates have weak legs. You don't mind if they sit for a while, do you?" He tilted his head and smiled kindly at the dozens of people before him.
"We don't mind!" Du Mosheng's old face twitched slightly. He clearly hadn't expected Wang Yu to counter them in this way, but he could only agree.
Watching the waiter bring chairs for Han Jun and Brother Hu to sit down, Wang Yu, now somewhat settled, lightly patted the microphone in front of him and spoke again.
"Wang Yu, about the matter with Island..."
"Little waiter, please bring me a microphone as well." Wang Yu called out to the server and then turned his head to look at Du Mosheng. "I don't seem to have a microphone here. For my important speech later, shouldn't I also be provided with a microphone?"
"He should be! Arrange it for him." Du Mosheng suppressed his anger and signaled to the waiter. The dozens of people around and behind him began to show signs of restlessness.
After Wang Yu's microphone was finally set up, Du Mosheng, holding his breath, watched him fiddling with the microphone like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world, testing the sound. Once Wang Yu had finished his tinkering, he spoke again.
"Wang Yu, we asked you here because..."
"Waiter, could you please bring me some snacks." Wang Yu's lazy and annoying voice rang out once more. Then, facing the displeased crowd before him, he smiled helplessly as if he understood nothing. "Everyone, I'm sorry! We received a banquet invitation and thought we were here to eat. We rushed over this morning without breakfast, so we're a bit hungry..."
"You... give him snacks, along with tea! And bring some for his subordinates too, with the best specifications!" Du Mosheng's eye twitched. He took a deep breath and, facing the waiter's questioning look, nodded in agreement.
Finally, after two plates of exquisite pastries were placed in front of Wang Yu, and seeing that Wang Yu had finally settled down, Du Mosheng slowly let out a sigh.
"Wang Yu..."
"Crunch! Crunch!" From Wang Yu's seat, loud chewing sounds emanated, amplified by the microphone and reaching everyone's ears.
"You! About Island..."
"Munch! Munch!" The chewing sounds started again, and they seemed to be getting louder.
"I..."
"Snap! Snap!"
"Enough!" Du Mosheng could bear it no longer. He slammed the table and stood up, pointing directly at Wang Yu's nose and shouting, "Are you deliberately interrupting me?"
Facing Du Mosheng's accusation, Wang Yu slowly finished the pastry in his mouth, then picked up the tea in front of him, blew on it gently, and took a sip. Only then did he slowly say, "Yes, I am deliberately doing it!"