Chapter 359: Chapter 359: The Saturday Banquet
The phone rang again while Han Xiayang was thinking about how to deal with the tasks Liu assigned, so he answered the call quite irritably.
"Hello, who is it." Staying up late, this person is either bored or high, Han Xiayang thought to himself without glancing at the phone screen, and had no idea which bored person was calling.
On the other side of the call, Lan Luo’s cheerful voice quickly came through: "It’s me, it’s me, what are you doing?"
"Speak quickly."
Han Xiayang’s irritation was so evident in his words, yet some idiots just couldn’t pick up on it.
"Director Han, about that last project, what’s the progress now?"
The Lan Family’s Young Master always despised backdoor dealings, unless forced to the brink. This time, the situation was a big deal, leaving him no choice but to use a backdoor.
Men often live with an inflated sense of pride; they can lose face in front of friends, even to the point of denying their own roots, but never in front of a woman.
The Lan Family’s Young Master happens to be that peculiar creature.
Having waited for a while without a response on his phone, Lan Family’s Young Master probed again by calling his name: "Director Han, are you still there?"
"Yes." Of course, I’m here. Even if I weren’t, I’d have to be!
While worrying about how to handle Liu’s assigned tasks alone, now, with a willing contributor at his doorstep, how could he not be here? Subsequently, Han Xiayang started explaining his difficulties to the phone: "Lan Luo, this matter was originally settled, but then your brother Lin called with other tasks, so..."
Anyone with some sense would know the direction of this conversation, and the slightly thoughtful Young Master Lan could certainly detect the implicit meaning, even if unwilling, he had no choice but to ask: "Then, how can I help?"
The fish took the bait, and Han Xiayang instantly grinned smugly, fearing not that the person on the other end could see it, for he wouldn’t see it anyway; after feeling pleased with himself, he began assigning tasks: "Lin Mubai wants the company’s party sorted out for this week. The hotel is not arranged yet, nor is the decoration for the banquet."
"Alright, got it. I’ll sort out the hotel and handle the internal setup; don’t worry." While agreeing, Lan Luo’s heart was already bleeding—no need to think, this is surely an uphill task, Spending money, time, and manpower—could there be anything more tragic?
But since he wanted the company’s contracts, it was a deal willingly made.
Upon hearing the agreement on the hotel matter, Han Xiayang quickly washed his hands of it and hung up, not fearing a reneging because he was prepared with an excuse for Liu’s nonsense. Or rather, he hoped the other side would back out, making it easier for him. As long as the final fallout didn’t affect him, it would be fine.
In contrast, the Young Master Lan, who had been hung up on, was much more pitiful, filled with anger toward someone, yet he had to obediently make calls one by one in the dead of night to secure the hotel as soon as possible; otherwise, the outcome was clear—he’d be unrecognizable even to his parents.