"Mr. Hu, they've arrived." The man who escorted Chen Er stepped up to Mr. Hu and spoke softly.
"Mm, alright, you can leave now." Mr. Hu replied.
Then he slowly flicked the cigar in his hand, gazing at the distant sunset, without looking at Chen Er and his group, merely pointing at the two wicker chairs in front and said, "Take a seat and let's talk."
Chen Er glanced at Feng Wei behind him and called out to Mr. Hu.
Then obediently sat down.
Feng Wei composed his expression and said to Mr. Hu, "Mr. Hu."
And then he sat down as well.
"Tell me, what was their reaction during this trip?"
Mr. Hu opened his mouth, his voice rich and carrying the magnetic huskiness of a middle-aged man.
Chen Er was about to speak, but Feng Wei intervened:
