Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva
Chapter 856 - 50 Words Are Like a Sharp Sword

The grand opening ceremony was officially underway. For the orchestra members waiting backstage, this wasn't something that required their special attention; they just needed to ensure their performance went smoothly.

In the upper-level office of the hotel building, Flora, the nominal head manager of the hotel, listened to her assistant's report while watching the live feed of the ceremony.

"Ling did a good job hosting, are everyone else in place?"

"All set up. You'll need to go on stage to speak and perform the ribbon-cutting with Mr. Wesson in about 45 minutes."

"I know." Flora saw there was plenty of time; she could even take a bath before heading down.

However, she was clearly in no mood for a bath now; her gaze turned back to the projection screen, flipping through several camera feeds, observing the guests present.

Among these people, some were their partners, friends, but also some were local peers.

As peers, naturally, they had a competitive relationship; not exactly friendly, but it was an opening ceremony after all, and not inviting well-known competitors would seem petty. Moreover, as they were enterprises of substantial strength, certain etiquettes could not be neglected.

"That guy came too?" Flora frowned slightly upon seeing a man with a grim face.

This man, appearing to be in his 30s, was the manager of another big hotel in Central Sector 4, Framing.

Unlike the diverse interests of the Four Winds Family, that hotel belonged to the 'Mocodanta' group, a giant corporation specializing in hotels, luxury travel, vacations, and immersive experiences. Faced with the intrusion of the Four Winds Deity into their domain, 'Mocodanta' was highly alert and had even expressed strong dissatisfaction.

The hotel industry is quite traditional; the market is only so big. If someone else takes a larger share, the original players have to settle for less. It's natural for relationships to sour.

"Have someone keep a close eye on him, watch out for any potential trouble he might cause." Although she felt it was unlikely for them to make a scene at such an event, many things required caution.

"Yes, Miss Flora." The assistant beside her nodded, indicating that they would arrange for someone to monitor Framing closely.

"I'm going to get ready now. You guys keep watching here. Contact me immediately if there's any issue."

"Yes."

Afterward, Flora left the office and went to the adjacent rest area to freshen up, preparing to head to the ceremony.

20 minutes later, after the host and several guests offered their congratulations, the symphonic music performance, which was part of the ceremony, began.

The stage curtains gradually opened, enveloping the audience in the refreshing scent of the forest, and then, amid the life-like forest environment projection, the conductor's baton moved gently, and the live music began, conveying a grand sense of symphony that washed over everyone present.

The synchronized performance of nearly a hundred violinists, coupled with the lively piano sound, their bows moving in unison, bodies subtly turning to the side, and the constantly fluctuating melody, provided a feast for both the eyes and ears.

It must be said, the symphonic music performance at the opening ceremony had indeed achieved an excellent effect, captivating not just the perfunctory guests, as many became immersed in the emotional waves of the music.

Minutes later, as the piece concluded and the conductor made a vigorous final gesture, the orchestra ceased playing and the audience erupted into enthusiastic applause.

Then the musicians stood up to exit, making room for the upcoming ribbon-cutting segment.

Normally, this part wouldn't take long, as all the instruments had floating platforms fitted underneath for easy movement, requiring only a brief wait. But just then, a guest seated in the front row stood up and even turned to wave to the audience behind him.

"Mr. Framing?" The host sensed something ominous.

"I have a few words I'd like to say to everyone." His voice boomed, clearly audible throughout the venue, presumably using some sort of Transcendent Ability.

This was an irrational move, disruptive to the plan, but at this moment, with all eyes on him, the host couldn't forcibly remove Framing.

Sweat beaded on the host's forehead; he had a premonition that something unfavorable was about to happen. Other members of the Four Winds Family also exchanged glances and covertly instructed their subordinates to prepare.

Taking a deep breath, the host's tone became serious.

"Please, Mr. Framing, take your seat. If you have any congratulatory words, we have a dedicated time for them later." At this point, maintaining the atmosphere was no longer a concern.

"Congratulate? No, no, no, I'm here to offer a friendly suggestion. After all, I also work in the hotel industry, I have a keen sense for many issues and can spot points that others may not notice easily."

"Since it's an opening ceremony, I think it's better to present them now to avoid major disasters in the future."

This was almost an open challenge, a slap in the face. The Four Winds Family members present were displeased, but the audience included not only familiar friends but also many neutral parties. This was the Central Star Domain, and the guests present had extraordinary statuses—many were executives of large corporations or influential figures in numerous organizations.

Inviting these people had cost the Four Winds Family considerable effort, for the sake of building momentum during the promotion. But any accident during the opening could deliver a huge blow to a hotel just starting operations. Even the young successors of the Four Winds Family managing this hotel project could lose their qualifications for future promotions and the possibility of eventually taking over family business authority.