New York, 6:00 PM.
Ni Bingyan, carrying a heavy handbag, arrived punctually at Mr. Victor's salon with Wei Shuojie.
The moment they walked in, Alan greeted them enthusiastically. Seeing the unfamiliar face of Wei Shuojie, they offered a rare smile and shook her hand.
Meanwhile, in Rongcheng City, it was 7:00 AM.
Ni Guangli had just finished breakfast and was adjusting his tie in front of the living room mirror.
While fussing with it, he urged his young apprentice, "Shengwa'er, go check on the driver. What's taking him so long?"
He was going to Chili Channel to record an interview today and couldn't afford to be late.
The charity foundation, which he had gone to great lengths to establish with five hundred million yuan, was not only important to the government, but to him as well.
The various stipends for the families of fallen anti-drug officers needed to be disbursed quickly, and the foundation's influence had to expand just as rapidly.
