The atmosphere gradually heated up.
Fabien Larson's face was ashen, and he was completely dumbfounded.
Even if he was beaten to death, he would never have thought that the duck that was in his hands would actually fly away.
"I'll be the third president of Preston Chamber of Commerce. Any objections?" Braydon's thin lips moved.
"No!"
Many people in the crowd, without exception, all agreed to let Braydon be the president.
As for Fabien, he stood rooted to the ground, not coming back to his senses.
His position as the president was gone just like that?
It was like a dream!
But that was reality.
Braydon came with a trillion dollars. Not to mention Fabien, even if the heavenly emperor were to come, he would not be able to match that.
The president of the Preston Chamber of Commerce would definitely be Braydon.
