Sitting in the shuttlecraft, Chen Mu took one look around, then withdrew his gaze. Even with his pitifully limited experience, he could tell how lavishly luxurious it was. Compared with an ordinary shuttlecraft that could seat only two, this one was several times larger. Its interior was so spacious that Chen Mu could even stand up without worrying about hitting his head on the roof.
The enormous, somewhat bulky body also made it fly slowly, but that was only a minor issue. Slower meant safer, steadier, and more comfortable. For wealthy people who pursued the pleasures of life, that suited their tastes perfectly.
The Central Continent Group had sent this shuttlecraft to take him to the banquet. Sitting in the front passenger seat was the young man surnamed Fei who had delivered the invitation last time. His name was Fei Zheng. He showed ample respect but spoke little, which suited Chen Mu just fine. Chen Mu simply closed his eyes and pretended to rest.
About ten minutes later, they finally reached their destination.
Under Fei Zheng's guidance, Chen Mu finally met Ren Wenzhou, president of the Central Continent Group.
Ren Wenzhou was middle-aged, with a slightly rounded belly. Dressed in formal attire, he looked exceptionally sharp. As the host, he stood at the entrance, greeting guests with a broad smile. Had they not seen him with their own eyes, probably no one would have imagined that this kindly-looking middle-aged man was Ren Wenzhou, the Central Continent president renowned for his towering ambitions and ruthless decisiveness.
Beside Ren Wenzhou stood Qian Mingyi, who looked rather like a butler at that moment.
Upon seeing the president, Fei Zheng hurried forward and whispered a few words in his ear. Ren Wenzhou's eyes lit up. Laughing heartily, he personally came down the steps. "I've