Wang Liang led Mo Han and Luo Ning to the center of the ring.
There, sitting on a camel-colored sofa, was a middle-aged man with a face full of horizontal flesh, smoking a cigarette.
His fingers were adorned with seven or eight rings, and around his neck hung a gold dragon-headed chain weighing over a hundred grams.
This man was none other than the boss of Blacklight Pier, He Fang.
"Business? What business, can't you see I'm watching the fight?"
Boss He snorted coldly, not even bothering to raise his eyes.
"Boss He, hello, I'm Luo Ning from Luo's Group. Our chairman spoke with you over the phone yesterday and said I should come to you to purchase steel materials."
Although Luo Ning disliked the atmosphere here, she had to speak up for the sake of Luo Group's business.
"Hmm?"
As soon as he heard a woman's voice, Boss He immediately looked up.
One glance at her and he was transfixed.
Fuck!
Top-quality!
Luo Yuantu wasn't bullshitting me; his niece really is top-quality!
