Lin Mohan nodded. "Tomorrow I'll send someone to your company. You have the contract ready in advance. Don't delay."

"Well, President Lin, I'll have all the contracts ready today." Fan Chunsheng's heart is beautiful. Today he made a hundred million dollars in vain. How can he be unhappy?

Lin Mohao gave a faint huh, while Fan Chunsheng left happily.

When Fan Chunsheng left, Dong Bing, with the mob, could not stay any longer. But Dong Bing heard that Lin Mohao would spend an extra 100 million yuan to buy Fan Chunsheng's land. He thought that today his BMW X5 was kicked by Xiaoyang, and the loss had to be compensated...