This is just a formality, the last desperate struggle before the project dies.
But no matter if it's just a superficial effort, it must be performed convincingly so that during the board meeting, there's a "we did our best" explanation.
Lu Ziming held a glass of soda water with ice, pretending to casually circle the courtyard.
He keenly observed that several side halls and galleries connected to the central courtyard were all cordoned off with deep red velvet ropes.
Security personnel stood at every entrance, clearly indicating that only big figures with specific invitation levels could enter the core social circle there.
This seemingly open cocktail party also had strict hierarchical divisions inside.
Lu Ziming adjusted his tie, took a deep breath, and plastered a humble and flattering smile on his face, trying to integrate into the crowd at the perimeter.
However, the results were not ideal.
