Qin Guan was holding a round glass, a light yellow liquid bubbling inside it.
He was standing by the window, the dazzling light in the hall casting shadows around him.
"I didn’t think you’d attend a business party," Shao said from behind him.
Qin Guan didn’t look back, but he left some space by the window for Shao. A pair of shining black leather shoes came into his line of sight. A bottle of champagne was placed on the sill.
"Do you know who they are?" Shao took a sip of champagne.
Qin Guan shook his head. He turned around, following Shao's finger. They watched everyone make toasts, greet each other, kiss and dance in the hall, leaving the twinkling neon lights behind them.
"20 percent of them are directors and senior executives of the top 10 4A companies, and 60 percent are ad and PR representatives of big brands. The rest are related media."
"The party attracted nearly everyone in the advertising market in North China. Small-scale models were dying for an invitation."
