"Are you really going to give me this thing?"
John had to ask.
This gift carried quite a weight.
Kuang Xin lifted his head with satisfaction, spreading his arms, basking in the astonished looks of the street legends.
"Supplier's gift, you know, never underestimate the perks a business executive can pull off~"
As they talked, Old Chen stepped down from the driver's seat of the [C72] and, after receiving a signal from Kuang Xin, returned to the business vehicle without further conversation with John.
"Alright, brother, seeing your staff running all over, I guess you'll be busy tonight, let's catch up later."
He put his arm around John's shoulder, his other hand forming a fist and extending it between them.
"You're already a big shot. When you have some free time, I'll introduce you to the upper-class world. Don't expect too much, and don't resist too much either—there's a saying, people strive for higher places~"
The smile on Kuang Xin's face wasn't offensive.
