"Thank you, Kai Dong. Uncle understands; I won't make things difficult for you," said Zhang Yakun.
"That's good to hear. I'm also worried about you guys getting shortchanged, especially since this is not our country," said the young man with a nod.
As they talked, the three of them had reached the second floor and came to the door of a room.
The door was ajar, not shut, but there were two men standing at the entrance with dark complexions, not very tall but with a stern expression on their faces.
Through the half-open door, one could see a handsome man sitting behind a large desk, leaning back in his chair with his feet up on the desk, a cigarette dangling from his mouth as he leisurely puffed smoke, looking quite content and brash.
When the stern-looking men at the door saw the young man leading Zhang Yakun and the others over, they reached out to stop them.
"Let Kai Dong and the others in," a man's voice came from the room at this moment.
