At noon, in the banquet hall of the Wanghai Hotel, more than a hundred tables were set. The all-seafood banquet was not to Mayor Nie Zhenbang's liking. Such an ostentatious welcome banquet was for show, not for him. Once word of the extravagance got out, there would inevitably be criticism among the common people.
In terms of drinks, they did not use the usual domestic fine liquors like Maotai or Wuliangye for public affairs receptions. On each table instead, was the Eastern Sea brand's cigarettes, liquor, and even branded lighters.
At this moment, everything in WangHai bore the shadow of the Eastern Sea Group. A city with the influence of a single commercial group is an unhealthy phenomenon. No wonder the central government was somewhat dissatisfied with the status quo in WangHai. There was a company that appeared to be superseding the government, a situation that any incumbent government would not want, nor allow.
