After the ribbon-cutting ceremony came the buffet reception.
Watching the bustling crowd, Lin Chu felt a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction that reached a new peak—at least, the highest he had felt in his first twenty-four years.
"President Lin, hahaha, congratulations! This is perfect timing. I have a small matter I'd like to discuss with you privately. Come, let's find somewhere quiet."
Zhou Ming walked over and said with a smile.
He was wearing a dark red, traditional Chinese-style Tang suit today, which made him look a bit like a mascot.
In fact, he was.
His presence served two purposes: to say one last goodbye to the course that had been with him for ten years, and to signify a smooth handover of the club's equity, assuring the old members that the change in ownership wouldn't affect their interests.
Lin Chu glanced at him, and a thought immediately struck him.
'Here it comes.'
'What's bound to happen will happen.'
