Entering the conference room, Zhong Wei had already arrived, sitting in front of him were two men, both around thirty years old, with crew cuts, wearing crisp suits, meticulous, exuding a tough aura.
Ling Chen sized them up and nodded inwardly; even after leaving the military, ex-servicemen still maintained a rigorous style, complied absolutely with orders, which is why many large corporations prefer to hire them for security.
Upon seeing him approach, the two men promptly stood up, behaving very politely.
"Have a seat," Ling Chen grinned, "You are all Captain Zhong's old comrades and our own people. No need for such courtesy."