6:00 PM.
Amber Restaurant, a two-Michelin-star French restaurant.
Gao Haitao's former boss was a fan of French cuisine, and this place was certainly upscale enough, so dinner was set here.
On the way over, Lin Chu experienced what it was like to be in a presidential motorcade for the first time. With escort vehicles in front, behind, and on both sides, he rode in a bulletproof Cadillac. This was security taken to its absolute extreme.
This was, naturally, all arranged by Gao Haitao.
Things had been chaotic the past couple of days. While Lin Chu didn't have PTSD, he was pretty close to developing it.
After all, everyone is equal in the face of a dump truck.
'So fucking many lunatics!'
Lin Chu sat in the back seat, holding a file in his hands.
It contained some general information on the person he was meeting tonight. It hadn't been dug up through "special channels," but rather through public sources.
After all, the man was already a very successful entrepreneur.
