Before anyone present could speak, Ling Chen sat in the chair with his legs crossed and said with a half-smile, "Everyone, I know you're all wealthy individuals, and I'm very clear about the purpose of your presence here. So, why don't we just cut to the chase?"
"Who exactly are you?" An elderly man in a tunic suit suddenly stood up, glaring at Ling Chen, "I'm only here to negotiate with Mr. Ling and Mr. Yang. You better get out of here immediately and stop interfering with us."
Ling Chen smiled slightly, "My surname is Ling, so I am also Mr. Ling. Come on, sir, at your age, you shouldn't get so worked up. Let's sit down and talk properly."
The old man brushed his sleeve, "I have nothing to discuss with you, leave!"
Upon hearing this, Ling Chen's smile gradually froze, and a cold, fierce glint flashed in his Mo Che-like pupils.
