Zhou Dequan had three subordinates following him. The three of them were all tall and slender. Only he—a fat man of good fortune—had a pot belly and round face. When he sat on the VIP area, it felt like a huge lump of meat on the seat and that made the eyes hurt.
However, although he was ugly, he had an imposing aura.
The moment he sat on the VIP seat after his subordinates ushered him to it, the surrounding neighboring seats started to offer their greetings to him. Their attitude was very respectful as they fawned over him…
"Haha, today must be a good day as Brother Six is here!"
"Please sit down, please sit down." Zhou Dequan waved to these people in a friendly manner. "Thank you, thank you."
"I remember Brother Six disliked such crowded and noisy occasions. It seems like this year's Mid-Autumn Festival Gala is not ordinary. Haha."
The few of them tried to strike a conversation with Zhou Dequan.
