"Hello!" Sun Dasheng extended his hand.
Zhao Gang, looking flattered, shook it gently. He then said with a beaming smile, "What would you like to do today? I'll do my best to arrange everything for you."
Sun Dasheng waved his hand. "No need for special arrangements. I'll play with whatever your club has. Let's not make things special today."
Zhao Gang glanced at his old comrade, and Da Yong nodded. "President Sun is a low-key man who doesn't like to show off. Just do as he says, Gang Zi."
Hearing his old comrade say this, Zhao Gang realized President Sun wasn't just being polite and felt reassured.
"Please, come in!"
Zhao Gang led the way, causing a stir among the other club members.
"Who is that? Why did the boss himself go out to greet him?"
"Probably some low-profile tycoon. Didn't you see the Rolls-Royce Phantom outside? That's not something your average rich person can afford."
