"That's right, President Wang is absolutely correct!"
Suddenly, a voice came from behind, and a young man dressed in an Armani suit strutted over, puffing out his chest, "For trash copycat enterprises like these, there's only one way out—death!"
The potbellied President Wang, upon seeing the young man, instantly plastered a wide smile on his face, fawningly said, "Young Master Tao! What brings you here?"
"I never imagined I'd get to see Young Master Tao in Jiangling City!"
"Tonight, I'm the host. I'll set up a table at the Qiankun International Hotel. You must not decline, Young Master Tao. Xiao Li, don't you dare delay in calling to reserve a spot!"
The assistant Xiao Li hurriedly pulled out a phone to make a reservation.
"There's no need for dinner, President Wang, I have other plans tonight."
The young man waved his hand dismissively, his gaze lingering on Chen Fuyuan for a few seconds before he spoke indifferently, "President Chen, are you here to drum up investments?"
