Smith didn't say his exact location in Texas, not even the city, but it didn't matter, there would be no problem.

Not everyone could see Smith, but if someone could visit his home, Smith would definitely give them the proper attention and treatment, especially for someone like Gao Guang, a naive young man. Smith knew how to handle him with his abundant experience.

So, less than a minute after hanging up the phone, someone called Gao Guang and made a detailed plan and route for him. Then, Gao Guang didn't have to worry about anything.

After a very difficult night, Gao Guang couldn't sleep because he was nervous, worried, and even a little scared. As a young man in his twenties, his biggest wish was to find a good job, but now he had to start his own business, and the decision was not his own, but rather forced upon him by circumstances and many people pushing him from behind.

But Gao Guang would never miss this opportunity. He was scared of being poor, and he wanted to make a lot of money, live in a luxury house, and drive a luxury car. So he had to work hard, even if he was forced into it, but he got an opportunity that many people could never get.

Frank brought Gao Guang into the PMC circle, and Danny showed him a clear and definite path. Now, it depended on whether Mr. Smith would give him a chance.

This beginning was indeed a bit dreamy, but Gao Guang was really afraid that he would end up like Frank, who after working hard for a long time, found that everything was just a mirage. So he was both looking forward to and afraid of meeting Smith the next day.

His emotions were complicated, and it's hard to express in words.

Gao Guang finally fell asleep around four or five in the morning, but he was woken up by his alarm at eight. Then, he got up and dressed in his most appropriate suit. He sat straight and waited anxiously for someone to call him, so as not to wrinkle his clothes.

He waited until twelve-thirty, and finally someone called Gao Guang. Then, he adjusted his gun holster and walked out of the company's door.

There was a car parked outside, a Rolls-Royce Phantom, parked in the closest spot to the main entrance. A driver in a professional uniform with white gloves stood next to the boss's seat and said very stylishly, "Mr. Gao?"

Gao Guang knew someone was coming to pick him up, but he didn't expect it to be like this. So after a brief brain shutdown, he finally came to his senses and said, "Yes, it's me."

The driver opened the door and politely said, "Please."

Gao Guang was a little dazed. When he forced himself to calm down, he hit his head on the driver's hand blocking the door frame. If it weren't for the driver's hand, his head would have hit the car door frame.

"Uh, thank you."

"Don't mention it. It's my pleasure."

The driver smiled and gently closed the door, waiting for the electric door to close automatically. He quickly walked around the front of the car and got into the driver's seat.

After getting in the car, the driver didn't say anything extra and drove straight to the airport.The gun holster was digging into his waist, so Gao Guang adjusted it and then began to take in the luxury car he had never sat in, let alone thought about, in his entire life.

Gao Guang felt that even his clothes were not worthy of this luxury car, which made him feel ashamed of himself.

After about half an hour of driving, they arrived at the Los Angeles International Airport.

When the car stopped at the private jet terminal, a woman in a dress and a man in a suit were waiting for them. The woman opened the car door and smiled, "Mr. Gao, please get out of the car. Do you have any private luggage?"

Gao Guang felt embarrassed and quickly replied, "No, I don't have any luggage."

The woman in her forties was beautiful, but it was clear that she was not there to entertain him with her looks. Mr. Smith's arrangements were not that vulgar.

Without introducing herself, the woman bowed slightly and said, "Mr. Gao, it is my pleasure to serve you. Your private jet is ready to take off. Please follow me."

Gao Guang had been wondering how to bring his gun on the plane, but now he understood.

There was only one reason for coming to the Los Angeles International Airport. It was the closest airport to Gao Guang, and although it was not a private airport, it had a private jet terminal. As long as he wanted, or rather, as long as Mr. Smith wanted, he could bring a gun on the plane.

Gao Guang walked into the private jet terminal without stopping, passing through the VIP channel and boarding a Bombardier business jet without any delay.

He didn't know what model the plane was, but he knew it was a plane he could never afford. The plane had clearly been modified, with only four seats in the cabin: two obviously better luxury seats and two slightly less luxurious ones.

The woman led Gao Guang onto the plane and asked him to sit in the most luxurious seat. As she buckled his seatbelt, she said in a very gentle and calm voice, "Mr. Gao, I am responsible for serving you on this trip. If you need anything during the flight, you can call me."

Gao Guang was a little overwhelmed and nervous, so his body was stiff and it was obvious when he nodded.

Mary immediately smiled and asked, "Can we take off now?"

"Yes, let's take off."

Mary walked to the cockpit and said a few words in a low voice. The plane immediately began to taxi and took off without any waiting.

Gao Guang didn't ask for anything, he didn't even adjust his seat to be more comfortable.

After the plane became stable, Mary's footsteps could be heard coming from the back, rather than silently approaching Gao Guang.

Gao Guang was impressed that footsteps could be heard on the thick carpet of the plane.

"Mr. Gao, would you like something to drink? Coffee, tea, a cold drink, or alcohol? It's lunchtime now, and we can make hamburgers and sandwiches, as well as pasta and steak. Would you like something to eat?"

Gao Guang hesitated for a moment and said, "Uh, I'll have a Coke, with ice... and a hamburger."

While waiting for the plane to take off, Mary handed Gao Guang a can of Coke, opened it, placed it on the tray, and there was a glass with a straw next to it.

Mary poured the Coke into the glass, opened the paper-wrapped straw, put it in the glass, and used the wrapper to cover the straw. She even folded the straw into a flower shape. Then she opened the tray table on the cabin wall for Gao Guang and placed the Coke on the table.

Watching Gao Guang take a sip from the glass and put it down, Mary immediately asked, "Do you need some ice?"

"Uh, no, thank you."

Mary smiled and said, "I'll go prepare your lunch."

This was truly a very private flight, but Gao Guang felt uncomfortable because he felt overwhelmed.

The hamburger arrived quickly. It was a simple meal, but the taste was really good, much better than the airplane meal he had last time.

Then, Mary adjusted Gao Guang's seat. Whenever he needed Mary's service but was hesitant to ask, Mary would appear promptly. But when he didn't need her service, Mary seemed to be able to disappear.

Details matter, and details are the devil. Gao Guang really wanted to know how much money Mary, who did her job to the extreme, could earn in a month, but he really didn't dare to ask. However, he believed that Mary must earn a lot.

The plane landed in Houston, this time at a private airport, and a Rolls-Royce Phantom was parked at the airport.

As the plane taxied to a stop, Gao Guang walked out of the cabin door and only had to walk a few meters to get into the car.

Then the car left the airport, drove onto the highway, and meandered its way through the city of Houston. After a while, it got stuck in traffic, and finally stopped in front of a mansion at exactly 4:55 pm.

It was definitely a mansion. Through the railing fence and the gate, there was a huge fountain, and the sides of the fountain were all lawns. As the car stopped at the entrance, when the gate opened to both sides and the car entered, Gao Guang saw a man wearing a T-shirt and shorts standing at the door.

When the car stopped, a strong man in a suit opened the car door, and as Gao Guang got out of the car, the man in the T-shirt and shorts opened his arms and said with a smile, "Hello, Mad Dog, oh no, maybe I should call you Gao Guang?"

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In that moment of seeing Mr. Smith, Gao Guang understood.

For a young man with dreams of getting rich, a rookie who had just started out, after experiencing the luxury treatment all the way here, he should understand how successful Mr. Smith is by now.

Mr. Smith didn't need to say anything. On the way to pick up Gao Guang, he let Gao Guang know about his wealth and power. Now, Mr. Smith personally came out to greet him, showing his importance to Gao Guang.

What Mr. Smith did was called humility and seeking talent, being approachable, and treating others with respect. Who can resist that?

Not many young people can resist Mr. Smith's approach, and Gao Guang was no exception. But what he had was ancient Eastern wisdom, and after a series of idioms flashed through his mind, he finally understood Mr. Smith's trick.Translation:

But even though he understood, he still couldn't resist. The only word in Gao Guang's mind right now was "A true man would rather die than betray his friend."

Not everyone can become a boss, success has its reasons.

A boss is a boss, powerful.