"Special Envoy Han, I'm glad to see you're still alive."
Han Zhan looked across at the middle-aged man wearing a black gentleman's hat and suit, just like him.
He had a small tuft of slightly curly beard and looked a bit like Sherlock Holmes.
This was also a Special Envoy of Social Level 3.
"My surname is Zeng, Zeng Buping." The other man took off his black gentleman's hat as a greeting to Han Zhan.
"Special Envoy Zeng, why are you here?"
"Do we really have to discuss business at the front door?" Zeng Buping readjusted his hat with a helpless tone.
"Ah, no, no, no, please come in."
Han Zhan quickly stepped aside, inviting him inside.
Entering the living room, Zeng Buping glanced around and couldn't help but sigh, "Your penthouse is very spacious."
"The lighting is good, too. I like this floor-to-ceiling window."
"This must be about one hundred and eighty square meters? To buy such a place in the city center, your family must be well off."
