Lu Xiaobu had rested for about six hours, and when he opened his eyes, it was already dark.
"Young Master, do you want something to eat?" Zhang Meng heard the movement, walked into the bedroom, and asked.
"I don't have much appetite for now." Lu Xiaobu shook his groggy head, picked up the glass of warm water on the bedside table, took a sip, and felt a bit better.
"Young Master, I briefly looked into that Shen Yu, it seems he's the president of some chamber of commerce, knows a lot of people, and has a mine contracted in his name. He's neither poor nor rich, in a way."
"And the thing he likes to do the most is entertain those people coming from South Africa in the Chinese community circle, earning him some reputation."
Zhang Meng reported, "But all of this was gathered from the waitstaff, so its accuracy might not be very high."
"Also, earlier he invited you to dinner, are you going?"
