"Where are you from? Why did you stop my car?" Jiang Cheng looked at these people and said calmly.
"Are you the chairman of Cosmic Umbrella Technology Company?" a fatty asked with a sideways glance.
"What do you want to say?" Jiang Cheng looked at him, then at the others, speaking in a condescending tone: "If you have something to say, say it quickly. Do you know how precious my time is? So don't waste my time with your stupidity. Do you understand?"
If Jiang Cheng's contemptuous look made the directors feel uncomfortable and intolerable, his words directly made them somewhat angry, even a bit sullen.
"What do you mean by that?" an elderly man said, striking the ground heavily with his cane.
"Do you really know what you're saying?" another one asked.
"So young. Do you know the consequences of what you're saying?" The previously smiling fatty's smile had disappeared, and he asked coldly.
