"It's still pretty."

He Wentao's casual words made Wang Tianlong look even more ugly: "What do you want to say?"

"I want to say... Looking at Mr. Wang's expression just now, it should not only sign a letter of intent, right?"

Wang Tianlong's face looked slightly better and he said complacently: "Yes, Mr. Cao promised to make an exception for me. I subscribed fifty copies per person, worth 5 million. Just now, we have signed a contract, and Mr. Cao also accepted my check."

The corners of He Wentao's mouth twitched.

This old boy is so naive?

"Mr. Wang, guess I've seen Xiangjiang's license?"

"What the hell do you want to say!"

The first sentence of He Wentao's words made Wang Tianlong finally impatient.

He Wentao smiled slightly: "I want to say...that license is fake."

"impossible!"

Wang Tianlong slapped the seat, and his tiger eyes glared at He Wentao, and was already on the verge of explosion.

He Wentao was not afraid: "Mr. Wang, Xiangjiang's license will not reflect registered capital. If you don't believe it, you can ask the people in Pengcheng."

Seeing that Wang Tianlong's face was gloomy, He Wentao continued: "Of course, there is a more convenient way. You can ask the bosses tonight and ask Cao Dahua how many exceptions they made for them."

Wang Tianlong examined He Wentao for several seconds and finally took out a mobile phone from his bag.
Chapter completed!