It really was urgent.
Ronan withdrew his gaze and finally noticed the figure on the helipad, meeting Martial Emperor's eyes. They had not met again during the journey, and he could not help wondering:
Does she have something to tell me?
He descended the gangway and came to Martial Emperor's side. Without needing the latter to say anything, Zhang Yingying tactfully introduced an important member of the welcoming party:
"This is Mister Barty, the Boss's investment manager in Di City."
At the head of the group was a stout man with a gleaming bald head, not a hair on it, though he sported a thick, neatly trimmed beard. His features were all large—not handsome, but he gave off an impression of great strength.
Martial Emperor pointed at him with the book in her hand. "If anything comes up in Di City or the surrounding area, go to him. I allow him losses of more than twenty million every year precisely so he can be useful at times like this."
With that, without caring how anyone else reacted, Martial Emperor walked ahead, where a golf cart was waiting. Zhang Yingying thought for a moment, winked at Ronan, and followed Martial Emperor anyway.
Once Martial Emperor left, everyone naturally followed.
Martial Emperor and Zhang Yingying took the first cart, while Barty and Ronan ended up in the second group.
As the cart started moving, Barty did not seem particularly embarrassed. He smiled at Ronan, flashing white teeth. "Losses are only occasional. In truth, I specialize more in Long Line investments, securing generous returns in the foreseeable future... It is an honor to meet you, Mister Ronan. Your arrival has delighted Di City's elite traders."
"Mm?"
"Many people want to gamble on market confidence over the next three days to a week. Of