"Do you see?" Zhao Shiqing opened his hands wide with a generous expression on his face.
Duan Chengguo looked indifferent.
Just then, a loud shout came from outside the door, "Mr. Li Ming, the richest man in Malaysia, has arrived."
Ding Yue and Lin Juncheng dared not hesitate, carefully pulling open the grand doors.
Outside the door, a middle-aged man in his fifties stepped slowly into the hall. He wore a composed smile, donned in traditional Chinese attire, clutching two green jade stones so lustrous they seemed almost to drip with water. Behind him, a number of men filed in one after the other.
Li Ming wore a look of prestige, exuding an aura of superiority. His entrance felt as though a national leader had arrived at the scene. Everyone instinctively straightened their backs, looking at him with eyes filled with reverence.
Two sword-like brows, a pair of tiger eyes, hawk-like eyes, a hooked nose, and slightly thin lips.
