"My surname is Lin, Lin Jie. Nice to meet you, Mr. Chen."
The man said with a slight smile.
Lin Jie?
This name was completely unfamiliar to Chen Fang.
But he knew that anyone who could easily mobilize the security at West Sea Villa was definitely not an ordinary person.
As expected.
After stating his own name, Lin Jie added, "Lin Shuwei is my father."
Upon hearing this name.
Chen Fang shivered slightly.
Now he understood why the man before him had such remarkable influence.
Lin Shuwei, former Party Secretary of a northern province.
In this election, he was selected as a member of the National Institute, ranking in the vice-national level, essentially reaching the pinnacle of leadership.
But Chen Fang couldn't figure out why such a privileged official's son, without any prior connection, would seek him out.
"Mr. Chen, may we sit down and chat?"
Lin Jie was rather polite.
He proactively pulled out a chair for Chen Fang.
At this point.
