Chen Chuan was led to a reception room inside the cinema, where a server brought him tea. He didn't have to wait long before a chubby, middle-aged man came toward him. The man was panting and sweating at his temples, as if he had run all the way there.
Upon seeing Chen Chuan, he came forward and grabbed his hand with a sweaty palm, saying enthusiastically, "I'm Huang Dacheng. You must be Mr. Chen?"
Chen Chuan didn't mind the sweat. He shook the man's hand and said, "My name is Chen Chuan. I'm just a Wuyi Student for now, not a commissioned consultant."
Manager Huang's enthusiasm didn't wane. "It's no problem, no problem at all! We know you're young and promising, Mr. Chen. I hear you're an expert in these matters. The conditions here are a bit simple, please forgive our humble hospitality. Please, follow me."
