The restaurant wasn't in a mall, and there were plenty of designated drivers nearby. Lu Ming ran right over, called three of them, and had them drive the cars toward the Wanhao.
In the car.
Lin Chu casually glanced at his phone.
The golf club member group he had just joined that afternoon was buzzing with activity.
The group had fewer than a hundred people—eighty-four, to be exact. A quick calculation showed that just from these members alone, the annual fees amounted to two hundred million.
There were dozens of unread messages.
The vibe, however, was completely different from his previous group chats.
"@President Jiang, congratulations! I saw the news. Your company's going for an IPO! You sure kept a tight lip on that. We were just playing golf together the other day, and you didn't let a single thing slip. Impressive. You have the calm of someone handling big things."
