Gu Junhao stepped half a pace forward.
A thick gold chain hung around his neck, dazzling in the sunlight.
He was in his forties, with unremarkable features, rough skin, and thick, coarse hair, and stood ramrod straight.
He had none of Yang Qingyu's gentle refinement. That chain alone lent him a little underworld swagger.
"Mr. Wang, shall we head to the conference room?" Gu Junhao gestured toward the office building, smiling warmly. "We'll have a quick meeting so everyone can get acquainted. Tonight, we'll welcome you with dinner at the Drunken Immortal Tower."
He laid on the full treatment.
Wang Xiaoliang waved his right hand, his shoulders loose.
"No need."
He paused.
"I'd like to meet everyone individually."
"Mr. Fan, where's my office?"
The smile on Gu Junhao's face froze for half a second, then immediately returned.
"As you wish. This way, Mr. Wang."
Beside the security booth on the left of the main gate was a small door.
It opened onto a short corridor leading straight to the office building's lobby.
Seeing Wang Xiaoliang approach with several managers, the elderly security guard got up and tried hard to stand straight. Apparently unable to achieve the effect he wanted, he gave up and offered a sincere smile instead.
From outside, it looked like a shabby, dusty gray building.
One step inside revealed a different story.
Inside this unassuming office building.
The decor could only be called luxurious.
The marble floor had been polished to a brilliant shine.
Directly ahead stood a person-high Mount Tai Stone on a rosewood base, inscribed with "Steadfast as Mount Tai."
To the left was a Money Tree in a five-foot celadon planter.
To the right stood an artificial rockery with water splashing through it.
On the way up, every stairway landing held bronze gourds, Pixiu,