"Are you some big shot? Why must I know you?"
Mr. Fu dismissed with a disdainful expression.
"Ignore this lunatic. He's been abroad all this time and has just returned to Magic Capital less than a week ago."
Ye Qingqing whispered.
"Quite a barbarian, I must say," Song Yun shook his head and smiled. "I am the richest man in Magic Capital. Aren't you in international trade? Sorry, but starting today, all of my companies will be boycotting you. Let's see if I can make that happen."
"You're the richest man in Magic Capital?"
Mr. Fu's face changed, but he did not display a flattering expression, instead, he stared at Song Yun thoughtfully.
"Now, you can go. Whatever Mo Jing Group loses each year, I can cover it. You should worry about your own company instead."
Hearing this, Mr. Fu huffed and left with a flick of his sleeve.
"President, there's a man at the front desk who says he's your friend and hopes to see you."
The receptionist reported over an internal company call.
