“Young man, are you Ye Bufan, Mr. Ye?” The Golden Teeth walked up to Ye Bufan with a bright smile, revealing a mouthful of golden teeth. Somehow, he already had a cigarette in his hand.

“I am Ye Bufan. You must be Sima Wei’s friend, right?”

Before departing, Sima Wei had introduced him to a friend, who was the person in charge of the Pavilion of Xuanyuan in Africa. Ye Bufan didn’t expect him to be such a sleazy middle-aged man. This guy was not only ...