This elderly man was around sixty years old. His hair had already turned gray, but it was combed neatly and meticulously. His frame was somewhat lean, yet he still stood as straight as a pine.
He wore a dark Zhongshan suit, simple and plain yet dignified.
This must have been Elder Zhang, Zhang Yong.
Ye Chen and Su Ningwei smiled as they stepped forward to greet him.
Upon seeing Ye Chen, He Aiguo smiled and introduced him, "Achen, I've come to impose on you too. This is my old comrade-in-arms, Zhang Yong—Elder Zhang. Old Zhang, this is Ye Chen, the one who gave you that ointment last time."
Zhang Yong looked at Ye Chen and saw that, just as He Aiguo had described, he was tall and handsome, with an upright air about him. He had also helped him tremendously.
At just one glance, Zhang Yong took a liking to Ye Chen.
"Hello, Mr. Ye. Thank you so much for your generous help! The ointment you gave me last time was truly a tremendous help. I really don't know how to thank you, so I could only prepare these modest gifts as a token of my appreciation." With a kind expression, Zhang Yong extended his right hand to Ye Chen and spoke gratefully.
As he spoke, several guards had already carried all sorts of large and small gifts out of the cars.
Ye Chen quickly extended his right hand and gave Zhang Yong a light handshake before replying with a smile, "Hello, Elder Zhang. It's a pleasure to meet you. There's really no need for all these gifts. You're far too courteous. What I did last time was merely a small favor, so please don't dwell on it."
"It may have been a small favor to you, but it was