"My friend, I was kind to you just now. It means the elegance I don't want to care about with you. I hope you don't misunderstand it to be a capital that you can be presumptuous."

Busse coldly warned Zhou Ming. This time the people behind him also joined in, pointing at Zhou Ming one by one and said, "Damn Indian bastard, do you know who you are talking to? You and Busse are like the sun, moon, stars in the sky and the soil on the ground. You should use honorific words when you talk to Busse!"

"One hundred billion pesos? It's a big thanks to you, an idiot, who dares to say it. Do you know what the concept of 10 billion is? Even if you give it to you, can you take it away? Or you can only count or think of this number at most. Don't you know that you can have a statement of 100 billion or 1 trillion? So from this point of view you are just a mentally retarded!"

"I just said that I can't be polite to this kind of garbage. I should reach out and slap them in the face, otherwise these garbage will not understand what awe are! They are slaves of cattle and sheep. The more you whip them with a whip, the more they will be, otherwise they will be able to jump into the sky!"

Listening to their mockery, Zhou Ming spread his hands: "It was Mr. Busser, you asked me to offer the price. Now I have already offered the price. If you can't afford it, just say it. Why are you talking about it? It's so embarrassing."

After a simple word, Busse and the others jumped up like dogs with their tails stepped on, and their faces roared with ferocious roar.

"What are you talking about, you bastard? What do we can't afford it? That's just your nonsense, what a hundred billion, if we ask you for a trillion trillion, will you give it? If we can follow your words, that's the biggest joke in the world!"

Someone suggested to Busser: "Why are you doing so much to waste with this damn Indian? Let me see, let's throw him out of this castle. If you see Sir Ryanner see, you will feel that your birthday party is stained. That's the worst thing! Our father and Sir Ryanner are friends, and we always have to do something for our uncle."

As they said that, they reached out to grab Zhou Ming. At this time, Monica immediately blocked Zhou Ming, staring at Busser with a pair of wonderful eyes.

"What are you doing? This is Uncle Ryanna's birthday party!" Monica warned them.

After Monica reminded him, Busser also reacted at this time, so he stopped the people and told them not to act rashly. Then he said to Zhou Ming: "Are you planning to hide behind a woman like this? You useless garbage!"

Zhou Ming walked up and said, "Of course I don't have this plan, but I don't understand what you are thinking now. You asked me to offer the price and I've already offered it. You can't afford it and refuse to get out. Could it be that you can only use one mouth to bbw here?"

"What are you talking about, you Indian bastard?"

Busser suddenly shouted. Seeing that he attracted the attention of others around him, he restrained himself under these gazes and said, "I think you may not understand what trouble you have caused. I will introduce you to your identity first."

Busser said, a sense of arrogance rose: "My name is Busser, it is the inheritance of the Dior family."

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) People, I am an American, my home is in New York, my family owns three banks in New York, and I have controlling shares in ten TV stations and newspapers. They are shareholders of the Associated Press. I am here in Mexico now, but I just take a walk around and of course I don’t mind helping Indians in difficulty.”

"I know that all Indians lived in very poor life in Mexico. Although I don't know which tribe you are, no matter which tribe you are, I can help you become the richest person in your tribe. You can build a factory and make all tribes your employees, no matter whether they were chiefs or whatever, now they can only become your subordinates and follow your orders."

Busser said: "Think about it, at that time, money, power and women can have whatever you want. As long as you kneel down and surrender to me now, I can give it to you."

As he said, Busser took out a business card and handed it to Zhou Ming: "I know I just said that maybe you won't believe it. Then look at this, this is my business card, the chairman of Hart Technology Company. This company is one of the top ten innovative technology companies in Mexico. It once made the first mobile phone in Mexico. I saw that this company has great potential and bought it. I think this can always prove myself."

Others beside him also echoed: "Yes, Mr. Busser is not those dandy boys. He is very economically savvy. Not only did he expect the outbreak of the crisis before the Mexican Peso crisis, but he also made a big profit in it. He also acquired and saved many companies on the verge of bankruptcy after the crisis. If you read the newspaper, you can know that the media praised him as the savior of Mexico!"

"More importantly, Mr. Busser relies on his own abilities. Whether it is the previous Peso crisis or the later acquisition of the company, he has slapped many economic analysts in the face. You can imagine that he is destined to become an excellent entrepreneur in the future! So Mr. Busser is giving you a chance now, but if you don't cherish it, you will regret it for life."

I have to say that Basser is still capable. He did not yell indiscriminately, but instead coerced and tempted. If he was really a poor Indian, he would definitely be moved by him. Even an Indian with a job and savings would want better. But unfortunately, he met Zhou Ming, so he was doomed to fail.

"Are you an idiot? I thought you would say something, but after brewing for a long time, I said such a lot of useless nonsense?" Zhou Ming said.

Originally, after saying those words, Busser was waiting for Zhou Ming to worship him. After all, this was not a success achieved by his family. No matter how you look at it, he was the best among the younger generation. An Indian who came out of nowhere. As long as he showed off his wealth, he would not have to hug his thighs immediately? How could he have thought that after waiting for a long time, he would have such a ridicule without any respect.

"Maybe you are indeed a little capable, but what you have done is not enough for me, so you should stay wherever you cool down." Zhou Ming said.

When Busser and the others heard this, they laughed: "Did you hear what this guy said just now? He actually said that what I did was not enough to see, and this tone was really too big!"

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(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page): "Who do you think you are? You dare not look at Mr. Busser, and you are not afraid of biting off your tongue when you say something big. Just you, an Indian, may Busser just throw a little money out and make your entire tribe chase like a dog, right?"

"Tell you, in this Mexico, the only young people who can compare with Mr. Busser is Zhou Ming, a Chinese man who acquired State Telecom. He defeated Limous, the most powerful businessman in Mexico, and made major personnel adjustments to State Telecom. He is the most powerful young entrepreneur in Mexico, and we, Busser, are the second!"

"But even Mr. Zhou Ming is just a little better than Mr. Busser. They once sat together and talked about the future direction of Mexico's economy. This is something you would never dream of?"

These words made Zhou Ming silence. When they saw Zhou Ming being stunned, they became even more arrogant and arrogant: "How about you, you're scared, then it's still time to get out of here now!"

Zhou Ming did not expect that he was originally going to fight back again, but now he felt a little embarrassed when he heard them praise him like this.

So Zhou Ming thought for a while and asked, "Have you not read the newspaper recently?"

Busse and the others did not expect Zhou Ming to suddenly ask such a stupid question, and they all waved impatiently: "What are you reading newspapers? Why are you asking such idiotic questions now? If you realize your insignificance and Mr. Busse's greatness, hurry up and get out of here!"

"Huh? Isn't this Mr. Zhou Ming, chairman of State Telecom? Hello, I am the chairman of Luqiao Company, and I am very happy to see you here."

When Busser and the others were crazily mocking Zhou Ming, they suddenly asked him hello to make everyone stunned.

They looked over and saw a fat middle-aged man wearing glasses coming over. Busser asked blankly: "You are Uncle Clark, the King of Road and Bridge in Mexico. You said Mr. Zhou Ming is here, where is he?"

The middle-aged man was a little surprised: "Isn't it right in front of you? You've been talking for a long time just now."

Zhou Ming also shrugged: "I'm sorry, actually I wanted to say it just now, but you haven't given me a chance. I am the Zhou Ming you just mentioned, the chairman of the State Telecom Company."

These words were like a slap, slapped Busse and the others hard in the face, making them want to find a crack in the ground. They just kept mocking Zhou Ming, saying that Zhou Ming was the first, Busse and the second, but Zhou Ming stood in front of them and they didn't know that they dared to claim to be excellent entrepreneurs, and even lived with Zhou Ming to talk about the future. This was simply embarrassing to grandma's house!

But at this time, Busser and the others were not convinced, and they all cursed in their hearts: Isn’t it just the chairman of a communications company? What a magical thing? Uncle Clark came here just to give you face. In fact, you are nothing here!

However, what followed slapped them in the face again.

When Clark came, everyone else noticed the situation here. Then, the chairman of the investment company, which was as famous as Limus, the president of Tangren Bank, and the chairman of the communication equipment production group, who all wanted to call Uncle Sheng respectfully, all came over to say hello to Zhou Ming.
Chapter completed!