Fu Zhongtian was in a meeting, and two clients were waiting in his office.
The two of them looked quite inconspicuous from the outside, and their behavior was timid. They did not look like people who had seen the world.
Fu Zhongtian's female assistant warmly received the two clients. When she served them tea, she lowered her voice and reminded them, "Remember what I said. Do as I asked, and the payment will be transferred to your account."
"Yes, yes." They nodded their heads vigorously and promised repeatedly.
The female assistant straightened her back and put on a professional and polite smile. "Please wait for a while. President Yue will be back soon."
One of the clients looked around the luxurious office and could not help but ask, "The documents only need President Yue's signature. Why is Xing Fei not willing to come over personally?"
