Qin Bo stared again, "Do you have just one hand? Are you polite? Do you understand the rules?"
Liu Zhizhong was furious, really pissed off to the core.
But what could he do?
He still had to extend both hands, to take the cigar for Qin Bo, to show his respectful and subservient attitude, alas...
Seeing Liu Zhizhong like this, Feng Xiaoyue felt truly uncomfortable, but she was helpless. Qin Bo, this bastard, had been a scumbag since their school days.
Now in his thirties, he had become the sole representative of Qin Family in business, and still, he maintained that stinking attitude. It seemed that he would never change.
Only then did Qin Bo nod with satisfaction, and he formally turned to face Feng Xiaoyue.
"I'm saying, Xiaoyue, my sincerity this time is already quite adequate! The last bid, I admit, was a bit low, just 8 billion, but this time, 10 billion! It's gone up so much, you don't still have demands, do you?"
