Chapter 1193: Attending the Conference

"Oh? Mr. Sun!"

"Good morning, Mr. Sun!"

Sun Bumian was deep in thought while heading to the Half-Mountain Hotel when a voice suddenly came from the side. He turned his head to see several young figures also carrying Wushan Conference document bags, walking quickly toward here.

Sun Bumian found these faces somewhat familiar; they were also guests at the Wushan Conference. During the banquet last night, some of them had even taken the initiative to come up and chat with him, though Sun Bumian had been busy seriously pouring drinks for Han Xiang and hadn't really said much.

"Mr. Sun is also going to the Half-Mountain Hotel, right? We're going the same way!"

"Yeah, Mr. Sun, what a coincidence."

"Mr. Sun, have you had breakfast? I brought some bread..."

Sun Bumian was, after all, an honored guest of Bureau 749 and a figure full of mystery; it was impossible for these younger generations not to be interested in him... Although after last night's events, everyone vaguely felt that this Mr. Sun had a terrible temper and was extremely difficult to get along with, some still wanted to come up and chat.

But Sun Bumian's mind was on other things, and he had no interest in chatting with them, only responding coldly with "Hmm," "Oh," and "No need." These young people were quite enthusiastic; even with Sun Bumian like this, they didn't mind at all and kept laughing and joking, making the whole journey very lively.

Although Sun Bumian had things on his mind, he didn't dislike the lively atmosphere, so he didn't drive these young people away and walked with them toward the Half-Mountain Hotel.

"Eh? Today doesn't seem to be any holiday, right? Why are there colored lanterns hanging on the road?"

This sentence triggered the holiday instinct engraved in Sun Bumian's body...

He immediately looked up and ahead. He saw that colorful ribbons had already been hung above the street, dancing in the wind like rolling waves and making a rustling sound. The residential areas on both sides were also mostly hung with beautiful lanterns like those for the Lantern Festival. Even the number of pedestrians on the road was significantly higher than yesterday, with groups of children running together, full of vitality and energy.

This atmosphere was like refreshing fine wine to Sun Bumian. Just by taking a sip while being in it, he felt completely relaxed...

"It seems to be a traditional festival in Wushan, called... the Lantern Festival? It looks quite lively."

"I see there's a market over there. We can go take a look after the meeting. I heard from the hotel front desk yesterday that there will be lion and dragon dance performances to watch!"

"That's great... You can't see this kind of scene in the city anymore; there's no sense of human touch at all, sigh..."

“……”

Hearing the words "lion dance performance," Sun Bumian's eyes lit up instantly.

"Wushan is good." Sun Bumian nodded repeatedly. "Wushan is worth coming to... worth coming to often."

"It seems Mr. Sun also likes lively things, hahahaha..."

"Mr. Sun, remember to call me next time you come."

Just as the people around him were echoing, Sun Bumian's gaze suddenly landed on a certain spot by the street...

At the entrance of a small house by the street, several young figures wearing ill-fitting suits were huddled together, one holding a string of colored lanterns, talking heatedly about something.

"This lantern has to be hung on the door. How can it look good hanging on the wall?"

"How can you hang it on the door? If you hang it on the door, won't it get pinched when you close it? Hang the ribbon on the door! Hang the lanterns on the wall!"

"You, you, you... let Sister Xiaoyu judge! Let's see who's right!"

"Alright, whoever is wrong is a grandson!"

"Pao! Pao!! Pass the glue over here!!"

"Coming, my foster fathers!"

Brother Pao came to the door with a grin, holding glue and scissors, about to say something, when his peripheral vision suddenly caught Sun Bumian and the others passing by the door. His eyes lit up instantly!

"Look, everyone! It's Big Brother!!"

As soon as this was said, everyone turned their heads sharply to look behind them. After discovering Sun Bumian in the crowd, they immediately started waving excitedly!

Even Xiaoyu walked out of the house with a cane. After Shen Nan's Disaster-Eliminating Nuo Dance, her complexion had recovered a lot in just one day, and she didn't even need the wheelchair anymore.

Seeing Brother Pao and the others looking this way, Sun Bumian also waved back with a smile.

"Is Big Brother going to a meeting?"

"Probably, he's even carrying a document bag..."

Brother Pao walked to the front, put his hands to his mouth like a megaphone, and shouted loudly:

"Big Brother!! Remember to come eat tonight!!!"

Seeing this, Sun Bumian smiled helplessly, but still raised his hand and made an "OK" gesture.

"Mr. Sun actually has underlings?"

"Are you dizzy? Mr. Sun, let alone underlings, it's normal for him to have students and believers, right?"

"But they look like ordinary people..."

"So what if they're ordinary people? Who didn't start as an ordinary person?"

"That's true..."

Amidst the conversations of the people around him, Sun Bumian gradually moved away from Wushan Town. A light drizzle shrouded the mountain ahead, and a hotel on the mountainside was looming.

Walking here, the road became rugged and difficult, as if they were really about to start climbing a mountain.

"Speaking of which, why did Bureau 749 choose this kind of place for the meeting venue... Although the Huixian Hotel is also dilapidated, at least you don't have to climb a mountain, right?"

"Who knows? Maybe this is also a form of cultural field research? Part of the conference?"

The meeting time mentioned by Sun Zhongliang was very close. If nothing went wrong, Sun Bumian and the others were the last batch of guests to arrive. They arrived at the entrance of the Half-Mountain Hotel almost right on time. A dozen staff members had been waiting for a long time, and there was even a large group of military personnel standing guard outside the hotel.

"The hotel is average, but the setup is quite something." A young man couldn't help but speak when he saw the neatly arranged figures at the entrance.

"Please come here to register first, and then wait for guidance to enter."

After everyone walked into the hotel lobby, the staff member in charge of reception said with a smile.

After they signed their names on the form, the staff member counted the number of people and signaled for some of them to follow him, while the others waited in place for the time being.

"What does that mean? Do we have to enter in two batches?"

"I'm very sorry, because the elevator capacity is limited, so the people behind need to wait a moment..."

"Mr. Sun, please go first."

"No need, I'll just be the last one." Sun Bumian waved his hand.

Sun Bumian stood in the lobby, watching a batch of young figures leave amidst laughter. Soon, the entire hotel fell into silence...

Sun Bumian picked up the sign-in sheet. Except for "Fu Kun," which was still blank, the other guests had basically arrived.

Hazy water vapor floated around Wushan, making the view outside the Half-Mountain Hotel window completely white, as if it were completely isolated from the world. No one walked around, no one chatted. Instead of a hotel venue, it felt more like a serious military base. This dead silence gave Sun Bumian an ominous premonition...

Finally, a staff member walked over from the back.

"Mr. Sun, please come this way."