The figure turned around.
A peerlessly handsome profile, a tall, heroic build, coupled with all the halos surrounding him.
He truly exuded the aura of a major player right in their faces.
The two of them instinctively held their breath and stood with their hands at their sides, visibly restrained.
"Hello, Mr. Zhang."
"Have a seat." Zhang Yang gestured casually.
At that moment, his wealth was as deep as an abyss and vast as an ocean. He held the power of life and death over tens of millions across three provinces, and everyone he dealt with was no ordinary person—only bosses and senior executives of multinational corporations. His commanding presence came naturally, from the inside out.
He was already a genuine big shot in every sense of the word. There was no need to force himself to look like one with temperament-enhancing props.
The two visitors nervously found seats and sat down, their expressions still extremely stiff, without the slightest sign of relaxing.
"Don't be nervous." Zhang Yang casually took out a pack of cigarettes and smiled. "I'm pretty easygoing. I'm not that particular. Want one?"
The two accepted the cigarettes with both hands, flattered and apprehensive.
Zhang Yang found it somewhat amusing. He casually drew back the floor-to-ceiling curtains in the reception room and pushed open the door leading to the terrace.
"Come on, let's talk outside."
A gentle breeze drifted across the terrace, while an endless expanse of trees and grassland stretched out in the distance.
The two visitors from China lit their cigarettes and took a couple of puffs. Standing behind Zhang Yang, their tense emotions finally eased somewhat under the effects of nicotine.
"Friends, where in China are you from?"
"How long have you been in Gango?"
Zhang Yang made casual small talk as he puffed