"That's good, let's get off, I'll chat with him for a bit."
Zhao Zhengteng turned off the engine and removed the key. The father and son approached Su Zelin.
"You're Su Zelin, right? I'm Zhao Mingxuan's father, Zhao Zhengteng."
Zhao Zhengteng put on a smile and proactively extended his hand.
"Hello, Vice Zhao!"
Su Zelin smiled and shook his hand.
"You're not only our class president's father but also Jianglan's local official. I've heard a lot about you."
In reality, in his past life, Su Zelin knew Zhao Mingxuan's dad. Zhao Zhengteng was in charge of investment promotion, and back then, the drifter had risen to become the CEO of a major group in Shenghai, and had returned to invest in his hometown Jianglan. Encounters with Zhao Zhengteng were inevitable.
This man was a seasoned veteran in the political arena.
With just a glance, Zhao Zhengteng had a deep impression of Su Zelin.
He spoke with a mature composure, showing neither pride nor disgrace.
