Xu Jingxi tossed aside his phone, took a cold shower, and then, donning his usual black shirt and black trousers, he left.
Executives from the European Black Stone Bank had scheduled a meeting with him for this evening.
It was set in the top-floor reception room of the Finance Tower.
Xu Jingxi drove there, handed his car keys to the valet, and walked composedly into the building, boarded the elevator, and glanced at his watch.
The plane wouldn't land at Forty-Nine City's airport for at least another three hours.
The suited elites who had arrived early in the reception room stood up in unison, turning towards the man entering the private room, "Mr. Xu."
He hummed in acknowledgment, his spine not bending in the slightest, as if to respond.
The middle-aged gentleman seated in the place of honor smiled at him and spoke in a foreign language, "It's been a long time, you haven't been abroad for a while."
