"Alright, wait for me at the garage downstairs. I'll come down to get it," Fang Zhen said into the phone.
He hung up.
He was in his daily loungewear and didn't bother changing. He just grabbed his key card and phone and went downstairs.
Two minutes later, Fang Zhen arrived at the entrance to the downstairs garage.
A young man who looked to be about twenty-one or twenty-two was waiting there.
The young man was about five-foot-nine, with a medium build. He wasn't handsome, but he was full of spirit—the kind of person whose eyes light up at everything.
A Wuling Hongguang was parked next to him.
Fang Zhen walked over.
"Boss!" the young man called out enthusiastically when he saw Fang Zhen approaching.
Fang Zhen smiled.
This young man before him, dressed in trendy, hip-hop-style clothing, was Hao Lei, a newly recruited salesman for Fang Zhen's company.
Hao Lei was the one who had bought the drones, gasoline, porcelain, tea, silk, and other things before.
