The next day, Chen Cheng finalized the kitchen equipment, exhaust ducts, tables and stools, and the private room renovation plans before driving off to find Jin Baogen.
His heart was filled with doubts. Although he clearly knew that Tong Jialu's poor excuse was a lie, he still had to inform the related parties.
Returning to Chaoyang Park, he went to the same lakeside pavilion where Jin Baogen was already waiting.
"Mr. Jin," Chen Cheng approached quickly.
Jin Baogen nodded, "You're here!"
"I got held up in traffic for a bit, sorry."
"No worries, when is there ever no traffic these days?" Jin Baogen, while feeding the unacquainted redfin, asked, "What brings you here today?"
Chen Cheng carefully chose his words, "Mr. Jin, has Beijing Securities ever offered you any financial products?"
Jin Baogen, holding a worm for the fish, was startled, "No."
"That's strange! Yesterday I met someone..."
