Bab 521: 450

Gao Guang had left before realizing he made a mistake: he was so preoccupied with posturing that, upon leaving, he forgot to leave a contact number so that Kevin could find him.

There was no helping it, so the next day, Gao Guang had to wait early in the company office.

He really needed to find a receptionist or someone who could work every day; after all, Gao Guang doing everything himself, or having a bunch of guys over six-foot-three and two hundred pounds serving tea and water, just didn't seem right.

Then at nine o'clock sharp—not a minute more, not a second less—the phone in Gao Guang's office rang.

This landline would ring about once every six months, and Gao Guang was somewhat unused to answering it, but he heard a person speaking very respectfully, "Hello, may I speak with Mr. Mad Dog?"

"Speaking."

"I'm Harvey Moreno, manager of Americana Express. I've brought Kevin to Los Angeles. Could you tell me when you're available? Additionally, may I visit you?"