"Uh…" Chairman Dong suddenly found himself at a loss for words, quickly glanced at the documents on the table, but those materials did not say how to handle someone offering a hundred thousand yuan in support.
While the title of being a chairman of the industry association might sound impressive, in reality, it didn't hold much power. While this time the Yellow Cattle Festival was nominally hosted by the association and the city had given some support, he wasn't the main person in charge of the actual organization.
Despite this, as the chairman of the association, he was quite concerned about the event, realizing that the person in charge could perhaps be less responsible, making do with whatever funds the city provided. But he still hoped to manage the Yellow Cattle Festival well—starting anything is difficult, and starting well is even harder. If the first event was botched, making future events vibrant and successful would be even more challenging.
