Ling Zhenfei's mind raced even though the person before him didn't exactly match the photo, but he finally realized it was Si Mayang.
"Li Hao, Mr. Ling, I've been waiting for you," Si Mayang approached Ling Zhenfei with a big smile plastered on his face.
The aura of a nouveau riche hit Ling Zhenfei full in the face, but up close, Si Mayang wasn't quite as Ling had imagined; he wasn't entirely worthless.
His clothes were indeed ostentatious, like those of a parvenu, but there was a steadiness in Si Mayang's bones. Clearly, he was a man with substantial thought behind his actions—an impression Ling Zhenfei formed after having assessed myriad people.
"I'm also glad to come to Capital City, and it would be even better if I could visit your place," Ling Zhenfei said as he shook hands with Si Mayang.
"Please, come inside. I'll give you a tour of my home," Si Mayang finished speaking and led Ling Zhenfei inside.