Chen Ziyang originally thought that He Yuxin was staying by herself.
However, it would be even better if He Yongsheng was also there.
After all, the real voting power should belong to He Yongsheng.
"Okay, thank you."
Chen Ziyang politely thanked the middle-aged woman.
Soon, Chen Ziyang saw a man in the living room.
Although the man's temples were somewhat graying, it wasn't difficult to tell that he must have been quite handsome when he was young.
And he bore a resemblance to He Yuxin.
"Mr. Chen, hello."
This man was none other than the manager of Alcohol Street, He Yongsheng.
He Yongsheng, wearing silk pajamas, sat by the tea table with a slight smile, appearing amiable.
"Mr. He, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Chen Ziyang, neither humble nor arrogant, took a seat opposite He Yongsheng.
He Yongsheng sized him up and nodded slightly, "A man of impressive appearance."
For some reason, Chen Ziyang had a feeling.
