The night was heavy, but the lights of Luzhou Prefecture shone brilliantly.
Inside a luxurious private room on the top floor, Jia Yaoting gazed at Chen Yansen with a look of anticipation, his eyes burning with intensity.
Chen Yansen was unmoved. He simply raised his teacup and took a gentle sip.
After a dozen or so seconds, he finally replied in a slow, deliberate manner, "Well then, I wish President Jia great success with his new car."
Facing the business world's most notorious charlatan, Chen Yansen had absolutely no intention of investing a single cent in his project.
Giving Jia Yaoting money would be worse than donating it to a charitable association.
At least the latter would get him the reputation of a fool with too much money. The former would just make him a plain old fool.
After all, the number of tycoons Jia Yaoting had swindled was simply staggering.
