Wang Chengzhu glanced at House and saw that this "friend" who had benefited from him shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands in a helpless posture. He knew that what Zhang Ben, the Japanese businessman in front of him, said was true.
People under the eaves had to bow their heads. Not to mention him, a soldier pretending to be a local businessman, even the serious Western businessmen sitting on the main seat were trying to save the Shengyang merchants here and now. Wang Chengzhu swallowed.
He spat, calmed down the rising anger, and found a step for himself to get off.
"Humph, little devil, this semi-public event saved your life. When this happens, I will make you feel so sad for the rest of your life that you want to die." Wang Chengzhu used his mind to create a notepad in the system window, and wrote down the Japanese in front of him.
The merchant recorded it and gave an instruction to Mia, who was cruising on the cloud, to allocate part of the monitoring and computing resources to monitor the Japanese merchant Zhang Ben in order to prepare for the settlement of accounts in the future.
House looked at the friend who had spent a lot of money to make him and quickly adjusted his expression. He secretly praised him for being a good businessman.
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In the eyes of the Japanese merchant Zhang Ben, he was startled when a man his own head suddenly stood up. He thought he was about to suffer a loss, and his body couldn't help but shrink. But when he saw Wang Chengzhu's throat moving slightly, he put on a
He lowered his head and made a small expression. Zhang Ben was determined, and he straightened his upper body without leaving any trace, ready to listen to the other party's soft words.
