"Mr. Morgan, hello!" As Grant walked in, the people sitting in chairs immediately stood up and spoke in unison. Their voices were so loud that it startled the waiter standing outside.
"Mr. Morgan? Who is Mr. Morgan?" The waiter didn't know Grant's identity, but he understood one thing: this Mr. Morgan could make all the top figures in Jiangnan City stand up to greet him. His level of influence was unimaginable.
The waiter didn't dare to stay any longer. He picked up the broom that had fallen to the ground and hurried away, afraid of offending Mr. Morgan and bringing disaster upon himself.
These people were naturally the ones that Yahir had found for Grant. Yahir seemed to be a shrewd old man. In such a short period of time, he had managed to gather all the people Grant wanted to meet at the Emperor Club, and they had all gotten along very well, almost becoming friends.
"Mr. Morgan, you're here." Yahir greeted Grant respectfully.
