"This is our founder William, this is our Chief Financial Officer Daniel, and this, ladies and gentlemen, is the most distinguished Mr. Alfonso from our group!" Garfield introduced in detail.
Zhu Wencong shook hands with each of them; among them were men over fifty, middle-aged men in their forties, and even younger ones in their twenties and thirties.
The oldest among them had graduated more than thirty years ago, having achieved considerable success at a young age and currently holding prestigious positions.
Although their influence couldn't compare with that of future members, in contemporary America, they were already a formidable presence.
"Mr. Z, do you have a nickname?" William asked Garfield.
Garfield shook his head; Zhu Wencong had refused to join; he wasn't someone who just went with the flow.
"I heard you also turned down that organization?" William asked directly.
"Yes! They told me that if I chose to join them, going to the East Coast would be like coming home.
