Although Qiao Haidong was over forty this year, he looked like he was only in his thirties, his face devoid of any wrinkles and his hair dense and black.
He was rather tall, with a well-maintained physique, handsome features, and had a warm masculinity in his meticulous care for others.
Those unaware of his true character could never imagine that he was a scum of a man, rotten to the core.
The worse the man, the more deceptive they can be.
When had came to sweet-talking women, Qiao Haidong would humiliate himself to the dirt, an act other men wouldn't be able to compete with even after a hundred years of practice.
By the end of this meal, Qiao Haidong had successfully secured a five-million loan.
Although he was still not satisfied, thinking that Madam Lu was too stingy, he still pretended to be elated, gratefully shaking Madam Lu's hand, continuously complimenting and thanking her.