Futian Port.
A Toyota Alphard with Xiangjiang license plates cleared the checkpoint and sped towards Zhuoyue Building.
Zhang Jiahui was in the back seat, being meticulously groomed by his assistant.
Today's business engagement was rather strange.
He had been invited by the owner of a golf club in Peng City to do a livestream tonight. He didn't even have to sell any products, just show up and chat. It was basically a personal interview—or to put it more simply, it was like he was just... visiting a friend.
'Is there really money this easy to make?'
He couldn't help but feel a little curious.
Still, there was definitely nothing wrong with the event itself. The deposit had already been paid.
"Boss, we're here. Should I call the client first?"
The assistant said with a smile as they arrived at the parking garage under Zhuoyue Building.
