"Get to the point!" Zhang Dongfang snapped at Han Yang.
"Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Zhang, it's like this, this Mr. Song here didn't know you were an esteemed guest of our municipal government, so he offended you. I know this kid is clueless and lacks awareness. As you know, he's not even on the invitation list. Who would've thought he'd insist on barging in and wouldn't leave even when chased away? I had something unexpected come up yesterday, so I couldn't attend, and he ended up angering you. I'm really sorry." Han Yang apologized to Zhang Dongfang with a conciliatory smile.
"Just a 'sorry' and that's it?" Zhang Dongfang, still angry, glared at Han Yang with a sideways look.
"Do you know how embarrassing it was for me when dozens of entrepreneurs from Minghe attended yesterday? Do you know the negative impact it will have on me? How will the people back home view me after this?" Zhang Dongfang continued to berate Han Yang.
