Outside the airport.
Beside the car.
Apart from park security, there are a few men in suits, among them is Qu Shan.
Waiting.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, Zhuo Feng, the general manager of the North Africa Industrial Park, saw Suleiman sitting by the window in a nearby cafe, and spoke to Qu Shan beside him.
The two quickly walked over.
Entered the shop.
Approached.
"Chief Suleiman, hello." Qu Shan greeted politely. Suleiman's family owns thirty-two percent of the park's stocks.
Of course, he recognized.
Upon meeting.
He must greet him. However, the park office previously called, and Suleiman's butler said no need to pick up, he would come by himself.
Otherwise.
He wouldn't have seen Suleiman and rushed over.
"Hello."
Suleiman responded with a smile, casually asking, "How is the arrangement?"
"Everything is ready."
"Hmm."
"Good."
Did not chat much.
