Banquet Hall.
The dinner party hadn't officially started yet, but guests kept arriving, clinking glasses, and the atmosphere grew increasingly lively.
After leaving Lin Feng and the others, Yu Qiao wandered alone, holding a glass of champagne, weaving through the crowd with a facade of casualness.
It seemed like he was aimlessly wandering, but his eyes were actually observing others, occasionally stopping to listen to their conversations to gauge their identities.
If he confirmed the person was a potential client, he would seize the moment during their chat to introduce himself and seek "sponsorship."
However, it was clear that the process of seeking "sponsorship" was not going smoothly, as he was frequently rejected. Yet, Yu Qiao didn't lose hope and soon found a new target.
This time, his target was an elderly man with graying hair, who was conversing with another man.
Yu Qiao took out his phone and searched for a while, quickly confirming the identity of the elderly man.
