Zhang Jing quickly met the person at the main entrance of the winery.
A father and daughter.
“BOSS,” Barbie introduced, “this gentleman insists on seeing you; in fact, he didn’t pass the phone screening.”
The reason for not passing the phone screening was obvious: the man had a disability in his left leg, causing him to walk with a slight limp.
Judging from his skin tone and features, he should be Chinese, around thirty years old, about 1.7 meters tall, of medium build, with a somewhat stern expression.
The little girl was about four or five years old, somewhat shy, hiding behind the man.
“Hello sir,” the man introduced himself to Zhang Jing in English, “My name is Dillon, also known as ** in Chinese. I apologize for bothering you.”
Dillon, translated as ** or **, implies a cooperat
