The next morning at ten o'clock, Zhou Chao leisurely descended from upstairs. In truth, he had already been awake for a while, but yesterday's exhaustion kept him lying in bed, unwilling to get up until hunger finally forced him out.
Lin Wu, who had been waiting downstairs for some time, hurriedly approached, somewhat reluctantly saying, "Boss, why don't you let me accompany you back to the country? There's nothing for me to do here."
Hearing Lin Wu's words, Zhou Chao gave him a stern look, "Who said there's nothing for you to do here? Remember, when you're here, you represent me. You just need to listen in; I'm not asking you to negotiate. As my most trusted confidant, I can only entrust such an important matter to you."
Lin Wu, who had been feeling a bit down, brightened up at Zhou Chao's words. "Don't worry, Boss, there won't be any problems!"
"Alright, is there anything to eat? I need to fill my stomach," Zhou Chao said, rubbing his hungry belly.
