"Do you remember the young man I was looking for in the hospital yesterday?"
Zhang Long, still unable to calm his inner turmoil, faced his subordinate.
"Remember, Young Master Long gave him a business card," Baozi nodded.
"Find him immediately, dig three feet into the ground if you must, but bring him to see me!" Zhang Long was extremely agitated.
"Yes!"
Baozi answered and turned to leave.
"Wait!"
Zhang Long called out again, his face seriously instructing, "Don't alarm him, and as soon as you have news of him, notify me immediately. I will personally go to meet him!"
Baozi was stunned for a moment, looking at Zhang Long in disbelief.
In all of Jinhai, only a handful of people could merit a personal meeting with Zhang Long, and even fewer could make Zhang Long personally deign to visit. Yet now, a young man barely twenty years old was of such importance to Zhang Long that Baozi could not comprehend it.
"Ring-ring-ring."
