However, Alger only fluttered his eyelids slightly as if he'd already said hello, without the slightest desire to speak, and walked straight past with his people.
The ones who greeted him were left standing there, dumbfounded and confused, not knowing what was going on.
There were quite a few people like that; by the time Alger reached the doorway, he'd already run into three such groups.
Not a single one got even half a word in response from Alger.
But just as Alger reached the entrance of the banquet hall, a group of people happened to walk in from outside.
Their bearing and demeanor were completely different from business people; the aura they carried made it easy to see at a glance—these were all political figures.
The one at the head of that group was a very energetic-looking middle-aged man.
He was slightly balding, but didn't look old at all; his cheeks were sharply contoured, with a hooked nose and eyes like lightning, a face that clearly didn't smile easily.
