"Ha! You mean to say, not even the first stroke of the character 'eight' has been written for this so-called Chemical Institute; it's completely without any substance!"
Zhou Jicang's son, Zhou Fangjing, suddenly laughed as he spoke, looking at Xiao Ming as if he were looking at a clown.
"Father, this kid obviously heard some rumors and now he's throwing around grand statements. He's just showing off like a brash young man on the streets! Ha ha... Ha... Huh?"
His laughter started loud and gradually became dry, fading away, his expression turning incredibly awkward.
That was because Zhou Jicang was staring at him with a darkened face.
"So, are you trying to say that you are the only smart one in the whole world? Or do you think that our entire Canghai Group is not as well-informed as Mr. Xiao alone?"
"Father, I..."
"Apologize to Mr. Xiao immediately!"
"No need."
