"This hotel is really nice, with a great view. From here you can overlook J City, and the rooms are huge—top-grade presidential suites. Brother Tui, you've got it good. Usually, it would cost over eighty thousand a day to stay here. Even I wouldn't want to shell out that much."
After putting down the bottle, Wan Delu let out a sigh of relief and looked around Yang Jian's large guest room with an air of familiarity.
With his financial resources, he could definitely afford a place like this. His behavior was merely an attempt to cozy up, with a hint of brown-nosing.
To rise from nothing and become the boss of a listed company, one may not have many other skills, but the ability to socialize and entertain is surely second to none.
