This is a top-notch room: the ceiling lights are as bright as sparks, there are luxurious leather sofas, a full set of professional-grade audio-visual equipment, and well-arranged furnishings all arranged by well-known foreign designers - but all of this seems insignificant when you consider the identities of the people in the room.
Even Ethan Gu didn't dare to be too arrogant when he got here. The moment he walked out of the elevator, he had a faint smile on his face: "Hello, Mr. Luo."
The man who came up to us was about 33 or 34 years old, wearing a suit, with short hair, and looked very energetic. He patted Ethan Gu's shoulder affectionately and said, "Without Mr. Gu, I always feel that the racing here has lost a lot of its luster."
"Boss Luo is bringing honor to me." Ethan Gu said with a smile. At this time, the two of them had walked to the sofa group. Ethan Gu nodded to the few people playing cards at the coffee table:
"Mr. Chen, Mr. Wen, long time no see." He looked at the man sitting alone on a sofa, drinking slowly, and said with a smile, "Mr. Shen is here too? This is a rare guest. If we had known earlier, we would have arranged some interesting programs."
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