The man nudged his sunglasses and hoisted his sagging belt, carrying an air of nouveau riche, he strode into the office building.
Riding the elevator to the tenth floor, the man looked around and, touching his ear, whispered, "Ling Chen, I've arrived."
"Stick to the plan. Remember, don't get busted."
"Don't worry, with my acting skills, I could nab an Oscar if I went into showbiz."
"Yeah, keep dreaming."
After putting his hand down, Hu Fei coughed and cleared his throat. He approached the reception desk, plonked his briefcase onto it with a haughty air, and said confidently, "Is this the Huayu Financial Investment Company?"
The receptionist maintained a charming smile and nodded, "Sir, how may I help you?"
Hu Fei glanced at the receptionist, "Well, aren't you a pure beauty." He chuckled slyly, his face oozing sleaze, "Sweetheart, does your service include everything?"