Pat pat pat—pat pat pat—
The training hall burst into ceaseless, enthusiastic applause.
An esteemed elder dressed in a Tang suit, with salt-and-pepper hair, was escorted into the venue, surrounded by several black-suited bodyguards.
Manager Li, along with two other high-ranking company officials, were eagerly attending to him, continuously nodding and bowing.
All employees of the club were neatly arranged in rows, like a ceremonial guard during inspections, welcoming the arrival of the chairman with the warmest of attitudes.
The elder's face bore a smile as he waved while walking in.
It seemed he didn't carry the air of a high-ranking personage.
Fang Cheng stood among the crowd, joining in the applause.
This seemingly ordinary wealthy man before him was the club's mysterious big boss, the chairman who was rarely seen all year round.
According to what his colleagues revealed, his surname should be Shen, and he might be distantly related to Coach Shen Haoming.
