"Brother Qian, who are you waiting for? Your neck looks like it's about to snap from all that craning." Yu Qian was standing at the racecourse gate, and Qiao Shan, beside him, asked with a puzzled expression.
"Waiting for a friend. Brother, let me fill you in, so you don't accidentally offend him later. Anyway, he's quite a big shot, easygoing, and straightforward. He rarely returns to Jingdu, so I took the liberty of inviting him to join us for a drink today." Qiao Shan was also a smart guy, and as soon as Yu Qian mentioned it, he understood.
"Old bro, thanks a lot!" Yu Qian waved his hand in response.
"We, brothers, don't need to say these things." Both of them laughed spontaneously.
While the two were chatting, a Rolls-Royce Phantom approached from the distance and soon arrived at the gate of the racecourse.
Zhou Chao saw Yu Qian and Qiao Shan standing at the entrance and got out of the car.
