I'm not a drama god

Chapter 1193 Participation

"Huh? Mr. Sun!"

"Good morning, Mr. Sun!"

Sun Bumian was walking towards the Mid-Levels Hotel while deep in thought. Suddenly, a voice came from the side. He turned around and saw several young figures walking quickly towards him, also carrying briefcases from the Wushan Conference.

Sun Bumian was somewhat familiar with these faces. They were also guests of the Wushan Conference. During the dinner last night, some of them took the initiative to come forward and talk to him. However, Sun Bumian was seriously pouring wine for Han Xiang at that time, so he didn't say a few serious words.

"Mr. Sun is also going to the Mid-Levels Hotel, right? We're on the way!"

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

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

After all, Sun Bumian is the guest of honor of the 749th Bureau and a mysterious figure. It is impossible for these young generations not to be interested in him... Although after what happened last night, everyone vaguely felt that Mr. Sun had a bad temper and was extremely difficult to get along with, there were still people who wanted to come up and chat with him.

But Sun Bumian was preoccupied with other things at the moment, and had no interest in chatting with them. He just responded with cold “um”, “oh”, and “no need”. These young people were quite enthusiastic, and they didn’t care at all even if Sun Bumian was like this. They were still laughing and joking, making a lot of noise along the way.

Although Sun Bumian had something on his mind, he did not dislike the lively atmosphere, so he did not drive away these young people and walked with them towards the Mid-Levels Hotel.

"Eh? Today doesn't seem to be a festival, right? Why are there colorful lights hanging on the road?"

As soon as these words came out, Sun Bumian's energy for saving Japan engraved in his body was aroused...

He immediately raised his head and looked forward, and saw that colorful ribbons had been hung above the streets, fluttering in the wind like waves, making rustling sounds; most of the residential areas on both sides were also hung with beautiful lanterns like those for the Lantern Festival. Even the number of pedestrians on the road was obviously more than yesterday, and groups of children were running together on the road, full of life and vigor.

This kind of atmosphere is like a refreshing wine to Sun Bumian. Just taking a sip of it, he feels extremely relaxed...

"It seems to be a traditional festival in Wushan, it's called something like... Lantern Festival? It looks quite lively."

"I see there's a market over there. We can go shopping after the meeting. Yesterday, the hotel receptionist told me there will be dragon and lion dance performances to watch!"

"That's great... You can't see this kind of scene in the city now. There's no atmosphere of fireworks at all, alas..."

"..."

When he heard the words "lion dance performance", Sun Bumian's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Hello, Wu Shan." Sun Bumian nodded repeatedly, "Wu Shan has to come... Come often."

"It seems that Mr. Sun also likes the hustle and bustle, hahahaha..."

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

As everyone around him responded, Sun Bumian's gaze suddenly fell on a certain spot on the street...

At the door of a small house facing the street, several young men in ill-fitting suits gathered together, each holding a string of colorful lanterns, and talking excitedly.

"This lamp should be hung on the door. How can it look good if it is hung on the wall?"

"Why are you hanging it on the door? If you hang it on the door, it will get caught when the door is closed. Hang the ribbon on the door! Hang the colorful lights on the wall!"

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

"Okay, whoever makes the mistake will be the grandson!"

"Cannonball! Cannonball!! Pass the glue over here!!"

"Here come the godfathers!"

Brother Pao came to the door with glue and scissors in his hands, smiling. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly saw Sun Bumian and others passing by the door, and his eyes suddenly lit up!

"Look! It's the big brother!!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone turned their heads sharply and looked behind them. When they found Sun Bumian in the crowd, they immediately began to wave excitedly!

Even Xiaoyu came out of the house on crutches. After Shen Nan's Nuo dance to dispel disasters, her complexion improved a lot in just one day, and she didn't even need a wheelchair.

When Sun Bumian saw Pao Ge and others looking here, he smiled and waved in response.

"Brother, are you going to a meeting?"

"Yeah, and he's carrying a briefcase..."

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

"Brother!! Remember to come for dinner tonight!!!"

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

"Mr. Sun actually has a younger brother?"

"Are you out of your mind? Mr. Sun, let alone having followers, it's normal to have students and believers, right?"

"But he looks like an ordinary person..."

"What's wrong with ordinary people? Who hasn't come from being an ordinary person?"

"Too……"

Amid the conversations of several people around him, Sun Bumian gradually moved away from the small town of Wushan. The mountain in front was shrouded in continuous rain, and a hotel was looming halfway up the mountain.

When you get here, the road becomes rugged and difficult to travel, as if you are really starting to climb a mountain.

"By the way, why did Bureau 749 choose a place like this as the venue for the meeting? Huixian Hotel may be shabby, but at least we don't have to climb a mountain, right?"

"Who knows, maybe this is also a kind of cultural gathering? Part of the conference?"

The meeting start time mentioned by Sun Zhongliang was very close. If nothing unexpected happened, Sun Bumian and others would be the last group of guests to arrive. They arrived at the entrance of the Mid-Levels Hotel almost on time. More than a dozen staff members had been waiting for a long time. There were even a large number of military personnel standing guard outside the hotel.

"The hotel is average, but the scene is quite grand." A young man couldn't help but speak when he saw the figures lined up neatly at the door.

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

As soon as everyone walked into the hotel lobby, the reception staff spoke with a smile.

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

"What do you mean? We have to enter in two batches?"

"I'm really sorry, but the elevator can only hold a limited number of people, so the people behind you will need to wait..."

"Mr. Sun, please go first."

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

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

Sun Bumian picked up the sign-in sheet. Except for "Fu Kun" which was still blank, almost all other guests were present.

The hazy water vapor floated around Wushan Mountain, making the window of the Banshan Hotel white, as if it was completely isolated from the world. No one was walking around, no one was chatting, it was more like a serious military base than a hotel meeting place, this dead silence gave Sun Bumian a sense of foreboding...

Finally, a staff member came from the back.

"Mr. Sun, this way please."