"Mr. Xuan, I wish to report to you,"
Xuan Cheng, who was in a restaurant alone, sat alone, and now his confidant had come to see him. Xuan Cheng seemed to take a sip of his coffee, and then he looked at his confidant with a disinterested look. After that, he placed the brown ceramic cup on the table, then Xuan Cheng crossed his legs perfectly. Xuan Cheng took a deep breath, and he didn't expect his trusted person to come to him this long.
"Did you get the information I needed? Considering how long it took you to report to me," Xuan Cheng finally said.
The bald man then lowered his head as if he had felt guilty about Xuan Cheng's sarcasm.
"My apologies, Mr. Xuan. Indeed, the information you need is very confidential and almost no one knows at all. I tried to find this information even from some of the highest ranks of the board of directors who happen to know more or less about this matter."
"Say, what have you got?"
