The old man glanced at Alger and chuckled, "The new chairman of the Tio Group, Mr. Alger?"
"You're too kind, sir. I'm completely at your service, you can just call me Alger," he hurriedly replied, full of anxiety and respect.
Though Alger didn't sense the terrifying pressure he felt from the previous man, he was certain that the old man's strength was incredibly formidable.
As for whether he could compare to Xu Hao, he was unsure.
"Hmm, Mr. Alger, please sit," the elder in traditional Chinese attire gestured towards a chair beside the large square table.
Seeing the elder being so courteous, Alger took a seat.
The elder glanced at the young woman beside him, "Xiao Qian, serve the guest some tea."
Xiao Qian nodded slightly, glanced at Alger, then turned to pour tea, but a flash of disdain flickered in her eyes.
Alger frowned slightly but quickly relaxed.
In Huaya, serving tea to a guest was a matter of importance.
