"Zhu Chenggui? Who's that?"
Suming thought for a full ten seconds before vaguely recalling. It seemed he did know such a person—it was his first trip to Shuijun Lake for a barbecue with Nangong Yan when he came across that bald-beaten old fisherman. The old man had later taught him mixed breeding techniques.
At that time, Suming felt the old man was a bit mercenary, so he hadn't kept in contact afterwards. He had no idea why the man had suddenly sought him out.
"Oh, oh, oh, I remember him. Let him in," Suming said.
Suming shrugged, left the computer uploading new films, threw on a jacket, and headed outside. No matter what, they had a connection once, and it wouldn't be right to ignore someone just because he'd made a bit of money.
He hadn't gone far when he saw an old man in a blue Zhongshan suit, very familiar—Zhu Chenggui himself.
