"He's not qualified, I am qualified, Boiling Point Group does not welcome you, please leave!"
At this moment, the middle-aged man beside Chen Fang stood up and spoke.
"Who the hell do you think you are to talk to me like that, let me tell you, this is my turf, when is it your turn to barge in here?"
Hou Yuanhui was infuriated.
He pointed at the middle-aged man and spoke.
The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said, "It seems you're still not clear about the situation. No worries, I'll show you something and you'll understand."
Having said that,
he signaled to someone nearby.
A young man next to him took a paper out of his bag and handed it to Hou Yuanhui.
Hou Yuanhui took the paper reluctantly, glanced at it, and his eyes widened instantly.
Zhao Yiping also sensed that something was amiss.
He took the paper and looked at it.
He was stunned immediately.
"How... how is this possible? Impossible! This paper is forged."
Zhao Yiping stammered.