"President Fan, I see a radiant glow on your face, indicating you must be in a good mood lately!"
Chu Mo stood firm beside the Maybach, awaiting Fan Zhijian's arrival from across the way before he slightly stepped forward to shake his hand.
With a height of 1.87 meters and three distinct wrinkles on his forehead, Fan Zhijian grasped Chu Mo's right hand firmly. As he shook it vigorously, he then said with a serious face,
"All thanks to Mr. Chu's support, without which, where would I, Fan, be enjoying today's glory! In the future, I'll be looking forward to more guidance from Mr. Chu!"
Chu Mo looked at the middle-aged man with sharp eyes before him, nodded slightly, and said with a smile in his voice,
"You're too kind, President Fan!"
