"Young Master Zhang, that's not right, they're not letting the cars go."
Tang Yiming pointed to a spot not too far away.
The group turned their heads to look and only then realized that some security guards had appeared on the track at some point, blocking the cars trying to enter.
"Hmm?"
Zhang Zhiyuan frowned upon hearing this, quickly walking over to check the situation. A surprised Zhou Wang and the others followed him.
As they approached, there wasn't any tension. The uniformed guards were all quite polite. The middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader took the cigarette Zhang Zhiyuan handed over and smiled wryly.
"Sorry, the manager you mentioned, Mr. Zheng, we really don't know him. Our management only knows a Mr. Wang from the Group Company. I just confirmed over the phone with him, and this place isn't open to the public for now. Do you think there might be a misunderstanding here?"
"You don't know Manager Zheng?"
