The gatekeeper glanced at Chu Ge. Today, Chu Ge was only wearing very casual clothes, all together worth at most two hundred yuan.
The gatekeeper was accustomed to seeing the people visiting Mr. Ouyang dressed in fine suits, each arriving in luxury cars with their chauffeurs waiting.
He had seen clearly just now; Chu Ge came here in a regular minivan. A penniless young man like him daring to boldly claim that Mr. Ouyang would see him was simply laughable.
Chu Ge looked at him indifferently. In this age of judging by appearances, he was not surprised by the gatekeeper's attitude.
"I really know Mr. Ouyang, and I have urgent business with him. Whether he sees me or not, you can confirm with him,"
Chu Ge said calmly, his tone indifferent.
But the man just snorted at Chu Ge, "There are plenty of people wanting to see Mr. Ouyang. Do I need to notify him for everyone? If you really knew him, why wouldn't you just call him yourself?"
