"It's indeed not looking good; the hospitals and pharmaceutical companies we used to cooperate with are all having some internal issues..."
"Then you've come to the right place!"
He Jiang immediately laughed and said, "Magic City is never short of opportunities. Some people fall overnight here, while others soar high, all depending on how sharp your eyes are..."
Listening to He Jiang's meaningful words, Yu Zetao, not daring to slack off, quickly put down his soup bowl.
"Please do guide me, Mr. He!"
"Look, there's a true deity sitting right in front of you; why wander around looking for temples to pray at?"
He Jiang motioned with his mouth towards his right-hand side.
To the right of He Jiang sat a young man in his thirties. Though not very old, he dressed very conservatively, wearing black-framed glasses. He hadn't said much while Yu Zetao was busy making toasts around, and he seemed to blend into the background at the table.
