"Sir, please have a cup of tea first. I'll go and invite the president." The steward said, and asked someone to bring him tea before leaving.
Fengjiu tapped lightly on the table with one hand, making a knocking sound. She looked at the hall with a scrutinizing look, sensing the presence of two auras here, and the corners of her lips couldn't help but curl up slightly.
Tunyun lay at her feet without moving, as obedient and docile as a kitten. The servant brought tea and left. Here, with no one else around, it seemed quite quiet.
She took a sip of tea and sat quietly waiting. Not long after, she saw a middle-aged man walked in, led by the steward.
"Sir, this is the president of our underground market." The manager said, then stepped aside.
The middle-aged man who came in had been sizing up Fengjiu since he stepped into the hall. He could almost recognize who she was at a glance. He was surprised and puzzled as to why the ghost doctor came to them.
"I didn't know it was Master Feng who came. I'm so sorry, so sorry."
He bowed his hands, looked at Feng Jiu with a smile on his face, and asked eagerly: "I wonder if Master Feng has come here for any business? If there is anything that I can help you with, please don't hesitate to tell me. I will definitely not refuse."
The steward at the side was startled by the president's eager and flattering attitude and tone, and his legs went weak. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead while secretly glancing at the young man in red, guessing his identity.
What Young Master Feng? The president didn't even treat the heads of some families in this city with such a good attitude and tone. How could he be like this when facing such a young man? Who is this person
Thinking about how he almost bumped into him before, he couldn't help but lower his head slightly and quietly retreated. He didn't dare to appear in front of him again, lest he would mention what happened just now and he would be in trouble.
Seeing that the president here recognized her, she didn't find it strange. The black market had told her that her portrait had been circulated among various forces and family leaders. Ordinary people couldn't recognize her, but those in charge must have her portrait in their hands.
Thinking that these people kept her portrait, she sighed inwardly. It felt weird, as if she was wanted.
"I was just passing by here and happened to encounter something here. I'm really sorry to trouble President Lin." She spoke in a slow voice, while also looking at the person sitting in the main seat inconspicuously.
He was a little surprised when he heard it. He didn't expect that there was really something wrong? After all, he knew that the ghost doctor had a special relationship with the black market, and there was a branch of the black market in this city. He thought that even if there was something wrong, he would go to the black market. He didn't expect that there was really a place that needed his help.
For a moment, he was delighted and asked, "What is it? Master Feng, please feel free to tell me."
"It's like this, I have a friend..." She briefly explained the situation, just wanting to take this opportunity to give the fat man a warning and an unforgettable experience.
After hearing his words, President Lin nodded and said with a smile: "This is a small matter. Don't worry, Mr. Feng. I will arrange it later. Mr. Feng's friends here don't have to worry. I will have someone keep an eye on them and there won't be any big problems."