The middle-aged man walking over was exuding wealth from head to toe; one look and you could tell he was loaded. He was obviously much steadier than his son. He thought, anyone who can show up here tonight must be someone, but his first glance at Boss Wang still left him confused—who the hell dresses this sloppily? The guy looked exactly like a beggar.
"May I ask your honorable name?"
Even so, the middle-aged man still cupped his fists respectfully toward Boss Wang.
Boss Wang waved his hand with a smile and said, "My cheap name isn't worth mentioning, not worth mentioning. No need to say it."
The young man said, "Dad, what's there to talk about with this stinking beggar? You two, drag this stinking beggar out for me, I don't want to see him."
The bodyguards beside the young man had just gotten ready to move when someone shouted, "Brother Wang!"
That person hurried over, and the middle-aged man immediately asked, "President Zhang, you know this gentleman?"
