At 1:50 p.m., Han Yu arrived ten minutes early at the Linghai Municipal People's Political Consultative Conference.
Originally, the Political Consultative Conference was operating within the City Committee and Municipal Government building, but unexpectedly, upon entering the meeting room, there sat five old acquaintances.
Vice Chairman Li from the Political Consultative Conference, who had just retired last year, was there; so were Boss Wu from the Bailong Port Shipyard and Manager Jiang from the Linghai Shipping Company; Lin Xiaohui, whom I hadn't seen for a long time, was also present; even Zhang Erxiao, looking prim and proper, sat before the meeting table.
"Salted Fish, take a seat."
"Oh." Han Yu came to his senses and, with a smile, asked the veteran, "Chairman Li, what kind of meeting is it today?"
"A symposium."
