Seafood Stall.
Fang Huai's face was full of smiles, constantly talking to everyone, occasionally discussing matters about Fire Protection Law with Cao Gang, but his feet under the table tapped incessantly on the ground.
He looked at the time again and again; it was already seven o'clock.
Everyone was eating more vigorously, but there was still no news from Dalian New Port.
He vaguely knew that the explosion occurred around six or seven o'clock.
According to his expectations, such a big event would definitely be known by the Liaoning Brigade cadres hosting them at the table.
But until just now, unable to hold back, he had asked Cao Gang and learned that the attendees were all from the legal affairs office, and the leader who was most aware of their presence, the Political Commissar of the brigade, was away on a business trip and not in Liaoning at all.
Dammit, the legal affairs office isn't even part of police dispatch.