This call was a cross-continental one, and shortly after Su Chen dialed the number, it was answered.
A nasal voice with a thick old London accent came from the other side of the phone.
Anyone unfamiliar with the matter would find it hard to guess who he was, yet his identity and reputation were undeniable.
At the top floor of a luxurious building in London.
In the huge office, several young and middle-aged people dressed as urban elites were busy working.
Sitting in the boss chair, his back to the large floor-to-ceiling window, was an elderly man.
Though calling him an elder might not be entirely accurate, as he looked only around fifty.
However, his actual age should have reached about sixty years.
On his desk, there were two fixed-line telephones, but these were mainly internal lines, with only the secretary from downstairs able to dial in.
The other one was a contact number well-known among the rich circle.
But aside from these, few people knew his personal phone number.
