Attending the Conference
"Yi? Mr. Sun!"
"Good morning, Mr. Sun!"
While heading to the Mid-mountain Hotel, Sun Bumian was deep in thought. Suddenly, a voice ca from the side. He turned his head to look, only to see several young figures also carrying Wushan Conference briefcases, walking rapidly toward here.
These faces were sowhat familiar to Sun Bumian, they were also guests of the Wushan Conference. During the banquet last night, there were even people among them who took the initiative to co forward and converse with him. However, at that ti Sun Bumian was earnestly getting Chancellor Han drunk, so they actually didn't speak a few proper words.
"Mr. Sun is also going to the Mid-mountain Hotel right? We're on the sa way!"
"Yeah Mr. Sun, what a coincidence."
"Has Mr. Sun eaten breakfast? I brought Bread here..."
Sun Bumian was after all an honored guest of Bureau 749, an existence full of mysterious colors. For this younger generation not to be interested in him was impossible... Although after last night's events, everyone vaguely felt that this Mr. Sun had a very bad temper and was extrely difficult to get along with, there were still people who wanted to co up and chat a few words.
But Sun Bumian's mind was all on other matters at this ti, having no interest in chatting idly with them. He just responded coldly with "En," "Oh," "No need." These young people were rather enthusiastic. Even if Sun Bumian was like this, they didn't care at all, still talking and laughing rrily, incredibly boisterous all the way.
Although Sun Bumian had sothing on his mind, he didn't dislike a lively atmosphere. Therefore, he actually didn't drive these young people away either, walking together with them toward the direction of the Mid-mountain Hotel.
"Eh? Today doesn't seem to be any festival right? How co colored lanterns are hung all over the road?"
As soon as this sentence ca out, it triggered the festival instinct carved in Sun Bumian's body...
He imdiately raised his head to look forward, only to see strips of colored ribbons had already been hung above the street, fluttering in the wind like rolling waves, emitting rustling sounds. Most of the residential areas on both sides were also hung with beautiful decorative lanterns like those of the Lantern Festival. Even the pedestrians on the road were clearly a bit more than yesterday. Groups after groups of children ran together on the road, full of vitality and vigor.
To Sun Bumian, this kind of atmosphere was like refreshing fine wine. Being in it and just taking a sip, his whole person beca incredibly relaxed...
"It seems to be Wushan's traditional festival, called what... Colored Lantern Festival? It looks quite lively."
"I see there's also a market over there. We can go stroll around after the eting later. Yesterday I heard the hotel front desk say there are even dragon and lion dance performances to watch!"
"How nice... You can't see this kind of scene in the city now, there's no feeling of mortal life at all, sigh..."
"..."
Hearing the words lion dance performance, Sun Bumian's eyes instantly lit up.
"Wushan is good ah." Sun Bumian nodded repeatedly. "Got to co to Wushan... got to co often."
"It seems Mr. Sun also really likes liveliness, hahahaha..."
"Mr. Sun, rember to call when you co again next ti."
Just as the surrounding crowd was echoing in agreent, Sun Bumian's gaze suddenly fell sowhere on the side of the street...
At the entrance of a certain small house facing the street, several young figures wearing ill-fitting suits were gathered together. One person was holding a string of colored lanterns, currently saying sothing in full swing.
"These lanterns have to be hung on the door ah. How can they look good hung on the wall?"
"How are you going to hang it on the door? If you hang it on the door, won't it get caught when closing the door? Hang the colored ribbons on the door! Hang the colored lanterns on the wall!"
"You you you... let Sister Xiaoyu co judge! See exactly who is right!"
"Okay ah, later whoever is wrong is a grandson!"
"Little Pao! Little Pao!! Hand over the glue!!"
"Coming, adopted fathers!"
Pao Ge smilingly carried the glue and Scissors to the door, just about to say sothing, when out of the corner of his eye he suddenly saw Sun Bumian and the others passing by the door. His eyes instantly lit up!
"Look quickly, you guys! It's Big Brother!!"
As soon as this sentence ca out, everyone violently turned their heads to look behind. After discovering Sun Bumian in the crowd, they imdiately started waving their hands in excitent!
Even Xiaoyu walked out from the house leaning on a Walking Stick. After experiencing Shen Nan's Calamity-Dispelling Nuo Dance, in just a day's ti, her complexion had recovered a lot, not even needing a wheelchair anymore.
Seeing Pao Ge and the others looking over here, Sun Bumian also smiled and waved in response.
"Is Big Brother going to the eting now?"
"Probably, he's even carrying a briefcase..."
Pao Ge walked to the very front, placing his hands by his mouth in the shape of a gaphone, and shouted loudly:
"Big Brother!! Rember to co eat tonight!!!"
Seeing this, Sun Bumian smiled sowhat helplessly, but still raised his hand and made an OK gesture.
"Does Mr. Sun actually have little brothers?"
"Are you muddle-headed? Let alone Mr. Sun having little brothers, having students and having believers would all be normal, right?"
"But they look like Ordinary Persons..."
"What's wrong with Ordinary Persons? Who didn't co from being an Ordinary Person?"
"True..."
Amidst the conversing sounds of the few people around, Sun Bumian gradually moved away from Wushan Town. Continuous continuous drizzle shrouded the mountain body ahead. Halfway up the mountain, a hotel faintly appeared and disappeared.
Walking to here, the road beca rugged and difficult to walk on, as if they really were going to start climbing a mountain.
"Speaking of which, why did Bureau 749 choose the eting location in this kind of place... Although the eting Immortal Guest House is also broken down, at least you don't have to climb a mountain right?"
"Who knows, perhaps this is also a kind of cultural folklore gathering? It's a part of the conference?"
It was already very close to the conference start ti Sun Zhongliang had stated. If no accidents occurred, Sun Bumian and the others were the last batch of guests to arrive. They arrived at the entrance of the Mid-mountain Hotel almost exactly on ti. A dozen or so staff mbers had already been waiting for a long ti. At the periphery of the hotel, there was even a large batch of military figures standing guard.
"The hotel is ordinary, but the lineup is not small." Seeing the neatly arranged figures at the entrance, a young man couldn't help but speak.
"A few of you, please co here to register first, then wait to be guided into the venue."
When the crowd walked into the hotel lobby, the staff mber responsible for reception spoke with a smile.
After the few of them finished signing their nas on the form, the staff mber counted the number of people, signaling for a portion of them to follow him, and then the other portion to temporarily wait in place.
"What does this an? Entering the venue still has to be divided into two batches?"
"Truly sorry, because the elevator's capacity is limited, the people behind need to wait a mont..."
"Mr. Sun, please go first."
"No need, being the last one is fine," Sun Bumian waved his hand and said.
Sun Bumian stood in the lobby, just watching like this as a batch of young figures left amidst talking and laughing sounds. Very soon, the entire hotel sank into silence...
Sun Bumian picked up that sign-in sheet. Aside from "Fu Kun" still being blank, the other guests had basically all arrived.
Hazy water vapor floated around Wushan, making outside the Mid-mountain Hotel's windows a vast expanse of whiteness, as if completely isolated from the rest of the world. No one walked around casually, no one chatted idly. Rather than saying it was a hotel venue, it was more like a solemn military base. This deathly silent atmosphere gave Sun Bumian a kind of ominous premonition...
Finally, a staff mber walked over from behind.
"Mr. Sun, this way please."
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