In June in Shanghai, at 5:30 in the morning, the sun was already burning with scorching temperature, penetrating through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the executive suite of the Boyue Hotel, casting mottled light and shadow on the carpet. She suddenly sat up from the bed. Her biological clock was ten minutes earlier than the alarm clock. This was an instinct engraved in her bones during the five years she had been engaged in the special profession of "Host Purchasing Manager".
Rubbing her swollen temples, she picked up the mobile phone beside her pillow, and a dense number of unread messages popped up on the screen - "Manager Yuan, the LED screen supplier said that three screens were found to have bad pixels during debugging last night, and they asked for a 20% increase in price before they would urgently replace them." "Sister Luo, the guests hosting the last roundtable forum in the process have temporarily changed, and a new string of words needs to be added." "Mr. Yuan, the transportation vehicles for the Southern Song Dynasty cultural relics exhibition area are blocked at Hongqiao hub, and arrival may be delayed by two hours."
The three messages came from the assistant of the purchasing department, the event executive director and the logistics contact person, covering the core areas of her work: purchasing coordination + on-site hosting.
