Just as he was wondering, Yang Gang's cell phone rang again.
It was a local Hangcheng number he didn't recognize.
Yang Gang answered the call and a middle-aged man's voice came through.
"Is this Young Master Yang? I am Chen Tiantang, the Chairman of Tianlong Entertainment Group."
"Um… Nice to meet you." Yang Gang responded indifferently: "What does Mr. Chen want? Surely you don't want to lend me money?"
Yang Gang indeed knew this Chen Tiantang.
He was part of a fairly powerful emerging family whose main business was entertainment. The foot massage parlour where Xue Lei worked was one of Chen Tiantang's Tianlong Entertainment stores.
Chen Tiantang was a business competitor of the Yang family.
Upon hearing Yang Gang's words, Chen Tiantang laughed loudly, "Young Master Yang, you guessed it right, I do want to give you money."
"Mr. Chen, speak clearly. Beating around the bush is a waste of phone bill. It costs to answer your call." Yang Gang replied casually.