"Mr. Zhang, you must be weary from your travels, please come in quickly!"
"Mr. Zhang, please!"
A group of old fellows from the Hai City Traditional Medicine Association, with faces full of obsequious smiles, bowed deeply, displaying the utmost respect.
As for the block-headed youth who stood in their way, they had long since cast him aside in their minds.
"President Yang, please!"
Zhang Ruowen appeared to be in his early forties, dressed in a proper suit, looking very spirited.
Surrounded by the crowd, he walked straight down the red carpet. When he saw Qin Chuan still standing in the middle of the road, he said haughtily, "President Yang, who is this?"
He was displeased!
If Qin Chuan was a member of the association and hadn't come out to greet him, that was one thing, but to block his path was nothing short of a blatant act of disrespect.
If he endured it, how would his peers look at him?
Would they think he was so good-tempered that he didn't deserve respect?