One hundred sixty-eight Go to the street to buy a mobile phone_1
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It was clear that someone was upstairs, and most likely engaged in some business with Old Zhao.
If he went up, what if he disturbed them?
Mr. Gu was never a thoughtless person.
Having lived through life once more, he understood the ways of the world even better.
Upon hearing this, the young lad who had been working scratched his head and gave a hesitant smile.
"Okay, then I'll go and inform the boss," he said.
After finishing his sentence, he turned and ran into the company.
The boss had been mentioning Mr. Gu for several days now; now that the man had finally shown up, it was certainly necessary to notify the boss.
There was a large office on the second floor, elegantly decorated with a posh mahogany desk and bookcase.
Underneath the window was a tea table that looked quite sophisticated, set with various kinds of teaware.
At that moment, Old Zhao and a man who appeared to be in his thirties were chatting and laughing merrily.