Li Ziming watched Liu Junfeng thoughtfully.
'We exchanged a few words earlier. I know this isn't his true nature. It seems he must have received some secret instructions from President Lin.'
A surge of confidence welled up inside him. After exchanging a few more pleasantries to smooth things over, the four of them entered a private room at the clubhouse restaurant.
The clubhouse had its own restaurant.
For a business reception like this, there was naturally no need to go elsewhere.
The four of them took their seats.
Lan Yuzheng was quite confident.
He had come to an occasion like this all by himself, without so much as an assistant.
As the guest of honor, he was seated in the middle, with Li Ziming on his left and Liu Junfeng on his right.
On their side, the three men from the club had a clear division of labor: one good cop, one bad cop, and one ready to provide backup at any moment.
For their first time "collaborating," they surprisingly had a good sense of chemistry.
