Yang Jian felt an unusual aura and looked toward the exit of the banquet hall.
A group of people came through the main doors, seemingly also here for the gathering, each dressed in sharp suits. Leading them was a man in his forties, slightly overweight, fitted in a business suit, exuding the air of a seasoned executive with a mysterious smile on his face, which gave off an impression of immense dominance and arrogance.
"Haha, President Zhang, you haven't changed a bit in half a year, how is it going? You must have taken a loss on the Guanjiang Residential Complex project, right? I passed by there on my way here, so many buildings are empty, and the sales offices are all closed. I heard you were starting a company, looking for investors, so I took the liberty to join you. I hope you don't mind."
This executive seemed to know Zhang Xiangu, and as soon as he entered, he said so with a laugh, not minding who overheard him.
"President Qian?"
