The man in black opened the rear door, and as Chen Youliang got in, he saw a middle-aged man with a slicked-back hairstyle, smoking a pipe, sitting there nonchalantly with two foreign women on either side.
Before he could figure out the man's intentions, Chen Youliang didn't dare ask too many questions. After all, just by seeing the car, he knew that this guy must be powerful—at least a cut above his own family.
"Are you Chen Youliang?" the middle-aged man asked indifferently, while blowing rings of smoke.
"Uh-huh, and who might you be?" Chen Youliang watched the middle-aged man warily; realizing that the other party knew his name meant he must have come prepared.
"I am Mr. Yen. You can call me Mr. Yen." Yen Zhengfei crossed his legs arrogantly, "I've heard you're some big shot at Ming University, with a bit of clout on campus. I'd like you to help me snatch a girl. Do it, and there's two million in it for you!"
