"Hehe..."
The white-haired middle-aged man revealed a strange smile in his eyes, pouring wine into his glass, and spoke in a weirdly playful tone, "Mr. Park, though you say that, who knows whether Young Master Tanaka will recognize your achievements or not after this success? What if he claims all the credit before Mr. Xie and leaves you out in the cold?"
"Hmph!"
Upon hearing this, Park Jinfeng had no words to retaliate and could only let out a stifled cold snort.
The facts had already laid themselves bare. Tanaka Suimeng was evidently a man who favored his own subordinates. Now that Yamamoto Motoichi had stolen his thunder, what future could he possibly speak of?
"Mr. Park, if I were you, I would consider not only my own interests but at least think about my brothers too."
Watching the anger in Park Jinfeng's eyes, then glancing at his indignant subordinates, the white-haired middle-aged man felt even more convinced, stirring the flames further as he spoke.
