Crack!
Crack!
After two crisp sounds, Miyamoto Jiro's knee caps shattered instantly, and the intense pain knocked him out immediately.
The audience below the arena, looking up at Tang Yi on the stage, regarded him as if he were a Heavenly God.
The people present were the top figures of Shanghai, rich and noble, with exceptionally sharp eyes, and they could naturally recognize the potential in Tang Yi; one after another, they approached to make his acquaintance.
"Mr. Tang, I am the chairman of Guihai Corporation, my name is Qiu Zhenhai, here's my business card!"
"Mr. Tang, this is my business card, I am the director of XX!"
"Mr. Tang, let's get acquainted, I am..."
...
Tang Yi naturally did not refuse the enthusiasm of these dignitaries, and one by one, he accepted the business cards they passed over; after all, it was rare for these elite figures to offer their business cards voluntarily.
