Li Shangfeng immediately sought out Yang Fan to report the matter.
"You have no idea who the other party is?" Yang Fan asked.
"Right, no idea." Li Shangfeng's face showed helplessness. He didn't know who it was but was constantly under pressure. This feeling was very uncomfortable—if the situation was not resolved, he'd never have peace.
"The phone number then?"
"Disconnected."
Li Shangfeng had already investigated. Each time, the phone number was different. Upon inquiring with the telecom company, the answer was that the numbers were disconnected.
"Director Li, I'll do my utmost to ensure the smooth progression of this concert."
With Yang Fan's words, Li Shangfeng felt much more at ease. "I do trust you."
Two days later, in the afternoon, Yang Fan arrived at the Olympic Center in Xinghai City. At eight o'clock in the evening, right before the concert officially started, he entered the final stage of inspections.
