Wang Qian got into a car, and the driver took Wang Qian directly to a nightclub.
"Mr. Qian."
A person in charge of the nightclub hurriedly nodded and bowed when he saw Wang Qian. This Mr. Qian was as much of a big shot as their own boss, Mr. Xing, one of the four major figures of the money house, renowned and illustrious.
"Your boss, Mr. Xing, should have called you."
"Yes, Mr. Qian, Mr. Xing called. The money is ready, but why did you come personally, Mr. Qian? Couldn't someone else have come?"
"Cut the crap and take me to see it."
"Yes, Mr. Qian."
The person in charge had no doubts upon seeing Wang Qian and led him to a private room in the nightclub. Then, he walked to a wall, activated a mechanism, and the wall moved to reveal a door.
"Please, Mr. Qian."
The person in charge turned aside and gestured invitingly. Wang Qian unceremoniously stepped through the door, which led to a corridor. At the end of the corridor, the person swiped a card, and an elevator opened.
