"Damn me, Mr. Zhao. I shouldn't be so obsessed with calculating Mr. Xia. Give me a chance. I'll take full responsibility for the loss. I won't take my five million dollars."

Zhang Deyou looked at Zhao Bin, his eyes full of pleading, his face less arrogant than before Zhao Bin came.

Zhao Bin looked at Zhang Deyou in front of him with a surprised expression on his face: "What are you talking about? How can I not understand you?"

"Mr. Zhao, for my sincerity, you should treat me as a fart. I am really wrong to compensate for all the losses this time."

After so many years of mixed-up business,...