"Who is talking!" Bai Junshan was passionately speaking when someone suddenly interrupted him, instantly infuriating him to the point of fury. He turned his head to look, determined to see who had the audacity to disrupt his affairs.
The other person appeared to be in their forties or fifties, with hair mixed black and white, predominantly black. They had wrinkles on their face but not many, and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, exuding an aura of mature and efficient elitism.
However, Bai Junshan had no recollection of this person in his mind.
"Has the contract been delivered?" This person was summoned by Chen Wei, so of course, he knew who they were.
The acting chairman of Tianchen Marine Trade, Fu Yuanshan.
"Here is the contract you requested." Fu Yuanshan stepped forward and presented the contract with both hands.
