Chapter 137 Old Cucumber_1

"Squeak!"

A black S-series Mercedes-Benz stopped in front of the entrance to Yafang Tower, the driver quickly got out and ran to the right rear, pulled open the door, and an old man crawled out from the carriage.

The old man was about sixty or so, with hair already somewhat gray, his face carved with the marks of passing years. He looked up sternly at the soaring Yafang Tower, then rapidly made his way into the building from the main entrance.

As he entered, he scrutinized the security guards on either side of the door with an inspecting gaze, a needle-like sharpness in his eyes that made the two guards feel as though they were facing a great enemy, not daring to even breathe loudly.

At the same time, the receptionist responsible for greeting visitors at the first-floor service desk immediately stood up, walked briskly to the man, and respectfully said, "Chairman He!"

The elderly man snorted coldly and asked, "Is your President Lin here?"