"Brother Duan, what are you saying? How dare I? How about this, can you explain to President Luo, I'm just the messenger here, isn't this really some bad timing? Calm down, calm down..."
The tuxedoed hotel staff was also helpless, awkwardly smiled, and took out his phone to dial Deputy President Luo's number.
"Alright, I'll do it myself, you go ahead and get busy." But at this moment, Duan Hong shook his head with a gloomy face, looking a bit angry, but also a bit resigned.
"Then... alright then. Brother Duan, I'll go ahead and get busy with my side, you talk to President Luo yourself..."
The tuxedoed hotel staff seemed pardoned and immediately nodded, turned, and left.
Seeing this situation, everyone present glanced at each other, their expressions somewhat strange, looking at Duan Hong. They weren't fools, seeing this setup, they obviously knew something was up.
But, what exactly was going on?
Duan Hong's face suddenly looked that bad, even turning pale...
