Lin Fan's words, like a judge's ruling in court, pierced straight into the hearts of these few East Asians, leaving their faces looking ashen!
They all knew that this time, the Mitsubishi Conglomerate was completely defeated, with not even the slightest chance of recovery!
Cangmu Sha clenched his fists tightly, his face full of unwillingness, and gritted his teeth, "Mr. Tyrant, I hope you will treat us sincerely. If you can't give us more money, then I hope these Mitsubishi Conglomerate employees present can continue to work for the conglomerate. After all, Mitsubishi will always be our home!"
Hearing this, the corners of Lin Fan's mouth lifted with a bizarre cold smile!
These people were the backbone of the Mitsubishi Conglomerate; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to represent it in negotiations with me!
Let them continue to work for the Mitsubishi Conglomerate? Wouldn't that be like installing a time bomb that could explode at any moment within my own group?
