Wang Hao glanced at Master Jin Ming with the ponytail, quite an ordinary fellow, about one seventy-five in height with a well-proportioned body, coolly holding a cigar between his fingers. Even in public, he kept smoking, and he was chatting and laughing freely with Director Zhou.
"Is this Jin Ming really that incredible?" Wang Hao asked Cao Hua quietly, "Why does Director Zhao act like he's seen a ghost upon seeing him?"
"No way, Teacher, you don't know about Jin Ming?!" Cao Hua looked horrified, "His Jin Ming Dance Troupe is said to be the most profitable dance troupe in Zhonghai City! Many of the dance troupes used for big gala performances come from his team! Whether it's commercial performances or TV station galas, they are top-notch! Just at the last Mid-Autumn Festival Gala, there were seven dance programs, and his troupe alone handled four! I didn't expect him to come here with his team!"
Well, this Jin Ming does sound impressive!
