"If you two are offering your faces for me to hit, I won't be courteous. Just wait for the final score!" Liu Hun retorted to the two men, standing on the stage as the host; it really wasn't good for him to start a fight.
Du Yueling forced a strained smile and asked Wang Jian, "Mr. Wang, how many points would you give to Wanbao's ancient tea?"
"Points? How can you even ask for points for such trash? No points! Zero points!" Wang Jian waved his hands dismissively at Du Yueling, his mood as foul as if he had just eaten a bowl of excrement.
"Chairman Wang! You have your academic faction and views! But please respect others and respect this fine tea! Don't let your personal biases overshadow a superb tea! Watch your language!" Chang Genrong, unable to stand it any longer, suddenly stood up.
