In a well-known French restaurant, Jim smiled greedily and stared at the man in front of him. "Mr. Carlito is really young and promising. You started from scratch and now manage a factory. Now you can really think about the happiness of the second half of your life."

Mr. Carlito is obviously nearly fifty years old. His head is a bit bald, and his beer belly can push the shirt buttons open, but he doesn't stammer in praise.

"Hahaha, it's Mr. Jim who doesn't dislike it, oh... I didn't go to much school, and I went out of society to work hard early." Carlito spoke modestly, but looked quite arrogant...