Once the secretary had placed his and Mr. Yan's bags in the car, the driver manoeuvred the car out of the parking space.
"Master, where to?" The driver asked, unaware of Mr. Yan's next itinerary and he glanced at him through the rearview mirror.
"Back to the company."
Mr. Yan took out his laptop and opened an email that Qin Xiu had sent half an hour ago. He skimmed through it noting the current status of the construction at the base — confirming that everything was running smoothly. After closing that email, he opened another.
While doing so, he instructed his secretary seated in front, "Xiao Zhang, send me the list of potential collaborators for today's project."
"Understood, Mr. Yan."
Mr. Yan had taken over as President and Chairman of the Yanhuang Group at the tender age of eighteen from his father. Back then, feeling uncomfortable with the formal titles, he asked his subordinates to call him "Mr. Yan." This title continued to be used until now.
