"Alright... Yang Ming... Then let's find a place to talk." Yang Dashan asked. Yang Dashan was originally a person who fawned upon wealth and power. When he noticed Bao Sanli's respect for Yang Ming, he didn't dare to speak out loud.
"No problem." Yang Ming nodded. "I'm not familiar with this neighborhood. Uncle, you decide where are we going."
"There's a good coffee shop ahead of us. I often go there to talk about business." Yang Dashan opened the door of the front seat of the car and let Yang Ming in. This made Yang Ming somewhat flattered.