The neon lights of the night were dazzling.
A low-profile domestic car drove along the Third Ring Guomao Bridge.
Finally, Zhou Luchen glanced at the location sent by Xie Qinyang and headed to the destination.
Xie Qinyang had been doing well recently. He had secured a project from Zhou Luchen—a cooperative venture with a certain bureau—and he dared not take it lightly. A single mistake could cost him his head.
When had Zhou Luchen ever been a philanthropist? The project he described as "the best" truly was "the best"—and came with a side of sheer terror.
However, it wasn't a difficult task for Xie Qinyang, who took his work seriously. Most people wouldn't even get such an opportunity. He completed it diligently. Could this be considered Master Zhou's trust in him?
Xie Qinyang waited for Zhou Luchen to arrive, fine cuisine prepared, and poured him a drink.
Zhou Luchen's gaze fell on the glass of rum, a hint of disdain in his eyes. He didn't touch the drink.
