"Now?" Li Wei glanced at his watch. "Should I come find you in two hours? Or will you come here?"
"I'll come over," Lin Daohang said immediately. "I should be there in about an hour."
"Perfect," Li Wei said with a smile, opening the door to let the building's in-house culinary team in with their ingredients. "Chairman Lin can join us for a meal when he arrives."
By the time Lin Daohang's car, a Lexus LX600, arrived at Li Wei's apartment building, exactly fifty minutes had passed.
"Wait for me downstairs," Lin Daohang said to Chen Haisheng. "Don't forget to get something to eat."
Chen Haisheng was training for the upcoming New York Golden Gloves competition. He was still on the lean side for his weight class, nowhere near the upper limit, so he was working on bulking up.
Hearing Lin Daohang's instruction, Chen Haisheng smiled. "Got it, Uncle Lin."
Lin Daohang nodded, grabbed a gift bag from the seat beside him, and got out of the car.
