The next morning, at eight o'clock, Wang Yu was already sitting in the drivers' area, thinking about the issue of getting around.
It was obvious that constantly taking taxis to and from the Yuntian Group and his residence wasn't ideal. Wouldn't it be much more convenient if he had a car of his own? Should he buy one?
Before long, Yuan Yong walked in, his face full of smiles and gratitude, with his injured arm wrapped in gauze revealing faint, dark traces of blood underneath.
Wang Yu stood up with a smile, glanced at his arm, and asked, "How is it, is the injury serious?"
"It's just a minor wound, no big deal. Thanks for your concern." While speaking, Yuan Yong took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to Wang Yu, saying, "A friend brought these back from abroad. Give them a try."
