Outside the Moon Pavilion, Ma Jianguo had no mind to admire the high-end garden-style decorations he once envied, anxiously waiting outside the door.
Just now, he had handed over his bank card containing all his wealth and that account book that now felt like a hot potato through the chairman's doorman.
He had been standing outside the Moon Pavilion for more than half an hour now, yet he still had not received a summons from the chairman to enter.
Of course, he wanted to go in, but the doorman at the entrance wore a face as cold as iron, giving this current vice chairman of the Dragon City of Commerce not the slightest bit of courtesy.
"Ma Jianguo, you can go back now."
Just when Ma Jianguo was feeling uneasy, the quiet wooden door was opened, and Guo Qingtian's doorman said coldly.
"Ah... where is the chairman? I need to see the chairman!"
