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"Sir, do you have the wrong person?" Compared to the bewildered look on Ding Minghui's face, the expressions on Fu Zi's parents and Meng Xiaoyang were even more dramatic. What did the driver of that Rolls-Royce just call Ding Minghui? Mr. Ding?
Everything Ding Minghui wore from head to toe did not exceed 200 yuan. He was not even qualified to be a driver of that car, let alone deserving of being called "Mr. Ding."
Yet the driver didn't even glance at them and continued speaking to Ding Minghui, "Mr. Ding, you forgot, this afternoon you have a project to discuss with Zhiteng Technology, and the head of Zhiteng Technology is expected to come over this afternoon!"
"Zhiteng Technology?" Meng Xiaoyang could hardly conceal his astonishment. Zhiteng Technology was not some obscure small business; while it was still a very young company, it dominated Jiangnan City's gaming industry.
