Fang Cheng was not pretentious; this amount of money meant nothing to him or Shen Wei.
He immediately put down his wine glass, reached out to take the black card, and slipped it into his pocket:
"Thank you very much, Chairman Shen."
Shen Wei waved his hand with a broad smile:
"Ah, Mr. Fang is being too formal. From now on, we're like family, no need for such courteous words."
The two sat on the sofa, chatting idly about the recent situation in East Capital and the entertainment offerings at Golden City Resort.
After finishing the champagne at the bottom of his glass, Fang Cheng stood up to take his leave.
Shen Wei personally saw him to the door of the office.
Ah Le and another assistant then escorted Fang Cheng to the reserved presidential suite.
The hallway was carpeted with thick wool, making footsteps almost inaudible.
Several vibrant oil paintings were hung on the walls, and the warm light from the overhead track lights illuminated the corridor brightly.
