Qiao Liang was wearing a skin-made mask. This thin mask covered his perfect face but he still looked handsome. He sat there with assurance, stabilizing the hearts of the people standing behind him.
Hearing his words, the white man opposite him frowned and sat up straight. He looked at Qiao Liang coldly and said,"Mr. Qiao, we are talking about business, not making money for you. You come across as very insincere in talking to me like this, you know?"
Not moved by the man's words at all, Qiao Liang still leaned on the chair and looked at him. "Insincere? No, now it's not I but you who need to show sincerity. Mr. Bruno, if you can only give me 15% as your sincerity, then I'm sorry that I don't have enough time to chat with you. I have to go."
"Mr. Qiao, do you think you can leave here? This is Sweden, my place!" Bruno looked at Qiao Liang with a smile as if he was a predator looking at his prey.
