Her schedule was packed beyond belief. It was a Wednesday. From eleven to seven in the evening, the conference would commence and she would meet budding entrepreneurs. At eight-thirty they would have dinner and then head back to their rooms. Yun Qian Meng planned on going out to walk the cities roads until twelve in the night before returning.
Hence, she started. The clothes she had worn were perfect for the conference. She just needed to retouch her makeup and go to the designated hall before the conference began. She looked at the clock. It was twenty minutes before the inauguration, so she hurried downstairs. The conference hall was on the third floor and half the room was already filled with people. When she looked around she could tell these were the nervous entrepreneurs putting their companies' laundry up for others to see. The bigger investors were yet to arrive.
