The tightly closed doors of the Fairy Pavilion were opened.
A middle-aged man in a tailored suit stepped in. He appeared to be in his fifties, his hair already substantially gray. Behind him followed two burly bodyguards in black attire, wearing sunglasses, imposing a sense of oppression on ordinary people.
It was none other than Zhao Weicai, the senior vice president of the Immortal Drink Group and the former general manager of the Fairy Pavilion.
"Gao Cai, what's going on? It's only 7:30 p.m. Why have you closed already?" Zhao Weicai frowned and said, "This is prime business time. By the way, where is Young Master Mo you mentioned? I just returned from the airport with Mr. Qian; it would be good to meet Young Master Mo."
