"Poor guy, what did you just say?"
Hao Jian called Spice Ginger without hiding anything. That clear voice fell into the ears of the few people present, each with different feelings. Ruan An, the person involved, had a look of disdain: "Do you want to bankrupt our Yuanyuan Trading Company?"
"Haha!"
Ruan An laughed loudly: "Just relying on a poor guy like you, you want to take down our Yuanyuan Trading Company? You're pretending here, don't need to pretend like this, right?!"
"That's hilarious. Do you not know the strength of our Yuanyuan Trading Company?" Ruan An looked at Hao Jian, filled with mockery. Even the pain from being hit by Hao Jian earlier seemed to lessen.
What this poor guy said tonight might be the best joke he's heard recently. Not to mention someone like Hao Jian; even those companies stronger than Yuanyuan Trading Company wouldn't dare to say such things publicly because they don't have that absolute strength!
