The summer's end in Hengcheng comes with the high sun, where daylight lasts longer than in Beijing.
After several negotiation meetings, everyone was out of breath, clearly sensing that the top boss, who no one dared to offend, was in a foul mood.
In the large conference room, despite the strong air conditioning, by the end of the meeting, many were drenched in sweat under their suit jackets.
A few executives with weaker mental and physical constitutions had even turned pale, hardly having the strength to leave the conference room.
Long Xiliang returned to his presidential suite, where he stood in the dressing room, undoing his tie, ready to change into another suit to continue attending the evening's dinner meeting.
The dinner meeting was also a part of work; he would discuss upcoming collaborative projects with several tycoons of the IT industry.
Zhou Qi came in carrying a velvet tray, on which lay the watch, tie clip, and cufflinks that Long Xiliang would wear later.
