"Mr. Tao, don't be fooled by him. This kid is dressed so shabby, how could he possibly have five hundred million! I doubt he even has five hundred yuan on him,"
General Manager Wang sized up Mo Han, who at the time wore a plain white short-sleeved shirt and a pair of black casual pants, nothing about him suggested that he was the offspring of a wealthy family.
Moreover, due to his frequent investment projects, Manager Wang was acquainted with most of the rich heirs in Jiangling City.
He had never seen Mo Han before.
At the same time, Dr. Wang and the belated Tao Pinggui, Luo Zitong, and others walked in through the main entrance.
"Mr. Tao, I've thoroughly reviewed your test report. The tissue cells are indeed dead to a certain extent, but that doesn't mean there's no cure. As long as we get that top-grade Cistanche, 'Super Brother No. 2' can be successfully concocted. By then, your illness will definitely be curable,"
