In West City District of Jinling City, there is a private club named Chuyun.
Inside its most luxurious private room, three men are currently seated.
The man seated directly in front is approximately forty-seven years old, dressed in a custom-made black suit and donning a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, giving off a gentle and elegant appearance.
He is none other than the deputy general manager of Song's Qianda Group and the second eldest son of the Song family, Song Zhifeng.
"Zhifei, Zhipeng, what would you like to drink?"
Song Zhifeng, with one leg crossed over the other, looked to both sides and asked with a smile.
To his left, the third son, Song Zhifei, sported an unkempt beard, seemingly unable to get over the fact that the old man had demoted him to a clerk, his face etched with sorrow.
Regarding the choice of drink, Song Zhifei expressed no interest and waved his hand indifferently, "Anything, I'm fine with whatever."
