"Mr. Xu, aren't you going to go inside and pay your respects to the big shots?"
At the banquet, Mr. Ma teased Xu Xing with a sly smile, "I reckon if you could get in there, take me with you. I heard all the Hall Masters in the country are sitting in there."
Xu Xing shook his head with a wry smile, "I'm just tagging along with President Pei, I don't qualify for that yet."
Speaking of which, Xu Xing glanced at Wang Jianlin, "Old Wang, your family is part of the system too, surely you must have some connections in Beijing. Aren't you going in?"
The seventy-year-old Old Wang bashfully self-mocked, "Even if my dad were still alive and influential, our family wouldn't be qualified to go in there."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a waiter came jogging over to Wang Jianlin and said, "Director Wang, Madam Gu is calling you over."
Old Wang was startled, then quickly realized that Lin Yue might want to ask him about the venue issue.
