6:00 PM, Tianshan Airport.
A flight arriving from Shanghai slowly landed.
Zhao Weilin, dressed in an impeccable suit, strode out of the terminal, with his secretary Dong Anyun already waiting for quite some time.
"Chairman, it must have been a tiring journey, the hotel has been arranged."
Zhao Weilin nodded slightly: "Help me schedule a meeting with Qi Yun, I want to see him first."
"Sure." Dong Anyun replied, taking out her phone from her bag. She dialed Qi Yun's number, but the sound in the receiver indicated the phone was off. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she immediately found Zhong Rui's number to call.
After a brief conversation, she hung up and looked at Zhao Weilin helplessly: "Qi Yun went out of town this morning and can't be reached now."
Zhao Weilin frowned: "Did they say when he'll be back?"
"I'm not sure, but the earliest might be tomorrow night." Dong Anyun relayed Zhong Rui's response.
"Forget it, let's go to the hotel first." Zhao Weilin sighed.
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