C376 His Merits Were Stolen

At eight-thirty the next morning, a commanding presence graced the lobby of Zhang Group—a middle-aged man clad in an expensive suit.

"Good morning, sir. May I ask who you're here to see?"

The receptionist at Zhang Group had a keen eye and could immediately tell that this was no ordinary visitor. He exuded an air of importance, a quality unmistakable in his demeanor. Accordingly