An attendant was standing at the door. When he saw Zhang Deming open it, he spoke respectfully, "Senior, someone downstairs claims to have an appointment with you. Per your previous instructions, I've come to ask: is this the person you're waiting for?"
Once the attendant finished speaking, he held out a hand. Spiritual Light rose from his palm like smoke, showing Zhang Deming the face of a stranger.
Zhang Deming asked, "Did he say anything?"
The attendant replied, "The man said he's here to discuss an order with you, Senior."
Zhang Deming nodded. "That's right. I do have an appointment with him. Bring him in."
The attendant replied, "Very well, Senior. Please wait a moment."
With that, the attendant bowed and turned to leave.
Zhang Deming sat down in the room and quietly waited for his visitor's arrival.
A moment later, the attendant led a middle-aged man into the room. After showing the man in, the attendant turned to leave, closing the door behind him.
