Golden Restaurant.
Not far from the restaurant, there's a 24-hour automated parking lot.
A Mercedes drives into the parking lot, its front facing the Golden Restaurant.
Zhang Jianmin sits in the driver's seat, glancing at the Golden Restaurant from time to time, "Bro, it's this restaurant, right?"
Zhang Jianguo glances at his phone, "This is it, the address and restaurant name match."
Zhang Jianmin frowns, "Why choose such a secluded restaurant? Can the business be good here?"
Zhang Jianguo looks out the window, "We're here to discuss business, not to eat, who cares how their business is doing?"
Zhang Jianmin lowers his voice, worried, "I'm just concerned it might be a shady place."
Zhang Jianguo takes a deep breath, as if boosting his own confidence, "Whether it's a shady place or not, we won't be afraid this time."
Zhang Jianmin glances at his watch, "We're almost on time, how come Mr. Li and his group haven't arrived yet, should we remind them?"
