"Sister Flora, everything is ready," a young man at the conference table pushed his glasses up and spoke confidently.
The others also nodded, indicating there were no significant problems.
In this meeting, those occupying the front rows and leading positions were all young faces; they are the new generation of the Four Wind Gods Family. This hotel was intended for them to practice their management skills. Flora, who occupied the chief seat, was from the West Wind Gods family of Pheros.
Indeed, being born into the Four Wind Gods Family was a stroke of luck: a life without worries about clothing or food. However, the competition within the family was intense. Among this generation of the Four Wind Gods Family, those who were explicitly eligible for succession numbered 2081, amounting to around 500 persons per family. To distinguish oneself was no easy task. The hotel assigned to these dozen or so individuals could significantly boost their scores if successfully managed over the next five years, thereby qualifying them for the next round of succession competition.
Given their interests were intertwined, of course, collaboration was essential.
In the meeting, Flora inquired about the situation of each department one by one. Seeing that the reports were all satisfactory, she eased her concerns. Although she was the lead, she didn't have absolute authority over her peers. If they deliberately failed to cooperate, it would require much effort on her part to address.
"What about Aust? Why isn't he here?" Flora scanned the room after querying everyone and inquired about the absent member.
"Oh, him? He was in charge of the hotel's exterior wall and the surrounding environment. He claimed it was quite easy and said he had finished it a few days ago."
"So he didn't come today." Flora felt that Aust was somewhat frivolous and careless, but it wasn't appropriate to criticize him in front of everyone at the moment, especially when it was important to maintain the currently peaceful atmosphere.
"Um, I'll remind him to pay more attention in the future," a familiar companion of Aust's offered, seeing that Flora wasn't quite pleased.
"Yes, it's better to be prudent. This is our first time taking charge of the hotel's launch and development," Flora reminded gently and then announced the adjournment of the meeting.
Downstairs in the hotel, the band was finishing up their rehearsal. They changed out of their clothes, tidied themselves up, and prepared to disperse.
"Ms. Shui Fengqin, and Miss Dantalion," as the four were about to leave, a waiter crossed the hall and approached them.
"What's the matter?" The four were curious.
"It's ; the hotel manager, Mr. Aust, invites you to the 40th floor. He says he watched videos of your performances and was very impressed. He would like to discuss a hotel promotion collaboration and has also prepared a lavish dinner to host you, which includes a T3 grade feast specially prepared by the hotel's chef."
"This..." The four exchanged looks.
Such a collaboration, coupled with the temptation of a T3-grade feast, would be irresistible to most people.
But for the Songstresses, companies seeking collaborations were countless, and as for fine dining, they hardly cared about it anymore, let alone were tempted.
"Sorry, we are busy with our studies at the moment, we won't consider any collaborations for now. Please convey our rejection to Mr. Aust," after responding, the four waved goodbye under the somewhat incredulous gaze of the waiter.
"Wow, a T3-grade feast, that's luxurious."
"Do they really not care at all, even when it's an invitation from the hotel's heir?"
"I guess that's the Central Star Domain for you, full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers."
The people leaving the music hall were especially curious and gossiped about it. Later, this incident also spread among the hotel staff; many recognized the four girls from the band, and some even became keen to see who these girls were that caught the fancy of heir Aust.
However, all of this was unbeknownst to the four Songstresses, who paid little attention to what was happening.