Manager Deng Chun warmly received Ronan and led everyone into the storage yard. Zhao Xi lagged behind again. After hesitating for a few seconds, he finally grabbed one of the other party's managers and quietly asked:
"How many sons does your Chairman Deng have?"
The man being questioned showed an expression that said, "I get it," but kept his mouth fairly tight. "I really don't know..."
Zhao Xi curled his lip. According to the information he had looked up last night, Gao Wenfu's close comrade-in-arms was roughly Gao Wenfu's age—very old, certainly over eighty.
As for this Manager Deng, despite his dark reddish complexion, his face looked young, like a university student who had just graduated. He seemed to be in his early twenties, at the height of his youth.
It would have been more reasonable for him to be a grandson.
So what could he say? All he could do was admire how vigorous rich people remained in old age.
Whatever upper-class gossip lay behind this, Manager Deng seemed quite capable for the moment. His Old Man had such a vast enterprise in Lake City, yet he had come to this remote mountain wilderness to serve as a frontline manager, brimming with drive. That was no easy thing.
At the very least, he was thoroughly familiar with the storage yard's operations.
The yard held vast quantities of Aberrant Species pelts and bone materials, as well as many collected mutated plants laid out to dry. The smell was quite "spectacular," and the storage arrangement was equally "impressive."
Honestly, it was not a place suited for a tour.
Yet Manager Deng's expression never changed. With a casual point, he could explain the origin of each material, methods of bulk disposal, downstream processing, distribution channels, and more.
Zhao Xi was some distance