"Alaf America, Alafuchina~"
Just as the two walked out of the meeting room, a dozen journalists with long and short cameras suddenly emerged at the door.
Old Te had his arm around Lu Liang's shoulder, his smile even more victorious than before, with a sense of compelling force.
Lu Liang felt ill at ease, his smile unchanged as he quickly added, "Alafuchina, Alaf America~"
The order and stance were very important; he had cooperated with the United States for the sake of profit, not for the sake of the United States.
Old Te's smile remained. As a shrewd businessman, setting traps for his partners had become a common practice.
Since it was about setting a trap, it meant that it might be successful, or it might not; he did not get angry and directly called for a press conference.
One plan failed, another took its place.
Old Te, with a broad smile, recounted their just-agreed strategic cooperation plan worth no less than five billion dollars.