At the other end of the corridor, in room 609, Ji Mo was taking a shower in the bathroom.
His cellphone vibrated again on the bedside table, yet he didn't hear it.
In the hallway, urgent footsteps sounded, and by the time Ji Mo came out draped in a bathrobe, someone had already knocked heavily on the door.
"Director Ji, Director Ji!"
The man's voice rose with each call, filled with urgency.
Ji Mo walked over and opened the door.
Outside stood a member of the organizing committee who seemed to have run all the way up from downstairs, panting outside the door, his chubby face red.
"Not… not good." The man began to speak hurriedly without waiting for Ji Mo to ask, "Many reporters have arrived outside, the road up the mountain is completely… completely blocked."
Ji Mo frowned, "What happened?"
The other party took a breath and, without speaking, just lifted his hand to present a newspaper.