The man was of medium build. Although he was in his fifties, his facial features were handsome and he had a black beard. The passage of time had not left too many marks on his face, and his every action had the bearing of a Russian gentleman.
Gong Jie put on a black formal hat before he pushed open the car door. Then he walked up to the other party, carrying Youyou in his arms. A strange expression flashed across Dimon's face as he gave the young kid a puzzled glance. His expression was slightly guarded, but out of courtesy, he extended his hand in a friendly manner. The two of them shook hands politely.
"Mr. Dimon, the goods are all here. You can inspect them anytime."
Dimon nodded, his expression softening, but there was a sly glint in his eye that disappeared in a flash. "Are all the goods I want on board?"
"Naturally."
Dimon nodded and said, "The contract and transaction money are ready, but before that, may I inspect my goods first?"
