"Rampage!" Until Matt's chubby body squeezed into Fatty's flying car, leaving a deep imprint on the soft leather sofa, he couldn't help but praise, "Full of dominance, what a name! What a name!"
Fatty liked this old man more and more.
The old man liked to flatter, and he was also a Fatty. Even as the big boss of the world's third-largest arms company, he looked more like a small farm owner or a friendly repair shop manager. Compared to others, his demeanor made Fatty feel more approachable and congenial.
Fatty, smiling slightly, threw a cigar to Matt and then handed him an electronic file, wearing a mysteriously enigmatic smile.
Matt was a bit surprised and opened the file.
Previously at the Fulong Sword Company, both he and Li Zhengyi had already reached an agreement with Fatty on a series of deeper collaborative ventures among the three parties.
