The three-hour flight ended as the business jet landed in the Hong Kong Region.
In the dense night, the car headed towards Sassoon Road, and after the conclusion of the headquarters' online meeting, Xu Zhou held his tablet and turned his head to the back, tracking the itinerary for the upcoming days in New York.
Mid-report, the man leaning against the back seat slowly opened his eyes and began to speak lightly, "Call Zhuang Jiming."
An abrupt command.
A slight chill in the heart.
It seemed that Mr. Chen was ready to make his move on the Entrepreneurship Park.
Two months ago, he suddenly asked me to check on someone, inadvertently drawing in a startup named Xiwei Technology. Unexpectedly, the founder with the surname Shen hadn't forgotten about the young girl even after five full years.
Mr. Chen had endured until today, probably reaching his limit.
When he returned to Pok Fu Lam, it was nearly ten o'clock at night.
