In late September, the time was about to enter October, and the weather in the Magic City had gradually turned cold. In the streets and alleys, one could also see some people wearing autumn clothes. At Global Tower, the tallest building in the entire Magic City, a special guest was being welcomed at this moment—it was none other than Lu Yuanming, the chairman of the Futton Group.
Twenty years ago, Lu Yuanming had already been fifty-plus years old. Now, the real age of Lu Yuanming should be seventy-three, but anyone who actually met him would be surprised.
Originally, in Chu Mo's impression, Lu Yuanming should have been a hunched old man with even white hair, but the person who appeared before him was a middle-aged man, looking vigorous and not over fifty years old.
If Chu Mo had not previously seen his photo and known his age, Chu Mo would never have believed that this charismatic middle-aged man was actually the seventy-three-year-old Lu Yuanming.