As one of the biggest international pharmaceutical companies, Aid International had to deal with all kinds of powers, usually through its representative Grant. Therefore Grant had heard of Chen Fan's name in passing many times.
"Fine, then let's negotiate with Mr. Chen then."
The aquiline-nosed old man said with a forced smile that looked more like a frown.
His secretary and assistant looked at each other in confusion. However, since the order was from headquarters, they must oblige.
Meanwhile, as the International Biology Conference carried on, the fight between the two clans of Jin City was about to come to a climax.
The night before the storm came, inside the number one manner of the Royal Wood Community, Sheng Ronghua held a cup of wine in one hand and looked out through the window down into the bustling streets. Beside him stood Uncle Lin and his son Sheng Junwen.
"Zhang Baojun has started our plan, hasn't he?" Sheng Ronghua asked.
