Lin Chu casually took it and smiled. "I run a small business in Peng City."
"Aiya, Peng City is a great place! And you're already a boss... Come on, come on, have a seat. Let's sit and chat."
As they exchanged pleasantries, Lin Chu took a seat, his mind already working to figure out their true intentions.
'Who the fuck has "old friends" they haven't seen in over a decade?'
'It's not like they were building missiles for the country.'
Zhang Dahong had the look of a man steeped in wine, women, and wealth. Without even asking, Lin Chu knew he had to be a businessman.
The poor have no friends even in the busiest city, but the rich have relatives even in the deepest mountains.
Lin Chu even suspected for a moment that this visit was for him. Although the man was making small talk, Lin Chu's sharp eyes had caught a fleeting moment of stiffness in his demeanor.
'An elder, acting stiff in front of a junior?'
'Something was clearly off.'
