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"Mr. Chu, your reputation precedes you. I was not aware of your visit and failed to welcome you from afar. My apologies, my apologies!"
The middle-aged man who called himself Qin Mang evidently was also a keen and diplomatic person. When he noticed the terrifying deployment around him, his eyelids involuntarily twitched a few times. However, after a moment, the bowing man's voice became obsequious, and his whole demeanor resembled that of the most servile servant.
Inside the private booth, Chu Mo merely waited quietly. He didn't exchange pleasantries with the man across from him. One reason was that the man's status was not sufficient. By now, Chu Mo's position was such that he could sit on equal terms with the eight major families of Hua Country. The balding middle-aged man before him was only a chairman of a small bar worth perhaps ten million. To Chu Mo, with his trillion-dollar net worth, they were not on the same level.
