Cheng Yuan smiled and said, "President Pan, I've already arrived at the Sofitel Hotel, waiting for you in the lobby."
"Please wait a moment, Mr. Cheng, I'll be right down."
About three minutes later, Pan Jian'an, surrounded by staff, came out of the elevator and headed straight to the lobby.
Pan Jian'an glanced around and immediately locked onto Cheng Yuan's figure.
For one thing, Cheng Yuan was walking towards him at a steady pace.
For another, Cheng Yuan had an extraordinary demeanor, neither overly humble nor arrogant—it was clear he was a young man with both substance and depth.
Pan Jian'an took the initiative to extend his hand towards Cheng Yuan.
"Yes, Mr. Cheng, right? I'm Pan Jian'an."
Cheng Yuan didn't put on airs; he took Pan Jian'an's hand with both of his and shook it vigorously a few times.
"President Pan, hello, I am Cheng Yuan. I'm counting on you for today's matter."