C87 Trade

Sure enough, that evening when Jee Cheng'an finished work, a car was already waiting at the entrance of Shenghua. The driver was one of Old Mr. Jee's trusted aides, named Zhuang Lin. Though he was getting on in years, he still had a sharp mind, so Cheng'an and the others were happy to call him "Uncle."

"Cheng'an," Zhuang Lin said as he stepped out of the car, standing tall and straight