A middle-aged man in his forties and in a suit was already waiting next to the parking space.

After Jiang Wangshu parked the car, the middle-aged man gently opened the car door and smiled respectfully at Jiang Wangshu:

"You are here."

Jiang Wangshu threw the car keys to the manager and said lightly:

"No need to arrange, let's go around by ourselves."

The middle-aged manager glanced at Su Mu quickly, and then immediately lowered his head:

"Mr. Mu, welcome."

Su Mu smiled:

"Do you know me?"

The middle-aged manager smiled bitterly, his attitude becoming more respectful and almost humble:

"You are joking. Even in the imperial capital, few people are qualified to know you, but the imperial capital is all your legend."

Su Mu is full of vanity:

"The extra two million yuan is added to Lao Jiang's account, and you will get the tip."

Jiang Wangshu almost kicked this bastard to death.

My pocket money for a year.

Don't be angry or angry, keep your style.

I am the first son of the imperial capital.

But there are only two million pocket money a year.
Chapter completed!