The security guard at the entrance saw the Bentley, worth over six million, and opened the gate without a word.
Once inside the Tiansheng Pharmaceuticals building, Zhao Dong strode to the reception desk and stated coldly, "I'm looking for Sun Tiansheng. Call him!"
The receptionist replied professionally, "I'm sorry, sir, do you have an appointment with our President?"
"No appointment. Just tell him someone is here to see him."
The receptionist shook her head. "I'm very sorry, sir, but the President is in a meeting."
Zhao Dong shook his head, his eyes turning ice-cold in an instant. "I'll give you three seconds. One, you call him. Two, I go up and find him myself. You decide."
The look in his eyes startled the receptionist. She swallowed hard, sensing that Zhao Dong was not to be trifled with, and shakily made the call.
