The middle-aged manager's name was Sandy Kunril. He was one of the earliest members of the Yinghua Chamber of Commerce, having been a minor boss back when it was still a "gang."
Calling him a founding veteran of the Yinghua Chamber of Commerce was no exaggeration. After all, the organization consisted of several managers controlling different resources, with half the power in the hands of their subordinates and the other half held by the president.
Someone like Sandy had naturally known about Jonas Wetting for a long time... In an astonishingly short time, Jonas had turned an obscure little company into a giant that all of District 25 had to reckon with. Just over a year ago, his greatest claim to fame had been his status as the "heir to the Wetting Conglomerate," yet in less than a year, he had swallowed up the Wetting Conglomerate itself.
By now, Jonas had removed his disguise. His gaze rested on the screen before him, and he seemed to ignore the newcomer's words entirely, putting the middle-aged manager under immense pressure.
"Are you... Mr. Jonas Wetting?"
The middle-aged man forced himself to ask despite the pressure. Inwardly, he had already cursed the attendant who had given him that information countless times.
One of the most famous big shots in District 25 lately, and you called him some rich mark from out of town?
Jonas had not removed his disguise when he met the attendant, so it was only natural that the man had failed to recognize him.
But the middle-aged man did not know that, and naturally loathed the clueless fool from earlier...
If he had not reacted quickly enough, he probably would have been half-dead by now.
Hearing how the man addressed him, Jonas turned his head slightly toward the middle-aged man