Phoenix Building, a hive of activity.
The place was filled with flower baskets and banners, making the Phoenix Building look like an unopened gift box.
The entrance was bustling with beauties swaying gracefully.
Outside, in a line, stood burly men with broad shoulders and sturdy backs.
These were the elite subordinates of Phoenix Building.
The men were strong and powerful, and the women were elegant and poised.
Each private room had its dedicated service staff.
After assigning fixed positions and responsibilities, everyone was prepared for action.
But those coming and going all wore a look of melancholy on their faces.
After all, the banquet tables for hundreds had been set, and all the staff were in place.
Even the twelve golden hairpins, who were hard to gather even on ordinary days, were present.
But the real guests, not a single one had shown up.
If this continued, it would become the biggest joke around.
