"Brother Quan."
Zhu Kun offered the greeting with a cautious smile on his face.
The middle-aged man before him was Cai Xingquan.
He was under fifty, in his prime. He wasn't tall, only about five-foot-four, but he was stocky and solidly built.
Cai Xingquan stepped forward, embraced Zhu Kun, and asked with a smile if the drive had been smooth and if anyone had been tailing him.
Zhu Kun shook his head. "No, Brother Quan. You know me, I'm always careful."
Cai Xingquan nodded with a slight smile.
Zhu Kun had been with him for many years. Cai Xingquan entrusted many things to him precisely because he valued his cautious nature.
In his view, it was the kind of personality that could achieve great things.
As Zhu Kun unloaded things from the car, he said, "Brother Quan, on the way here, I noticed some broken branches on the path. Has someone been here?"
