"You?" Li Wen glanced at Ling Chen with a sideways glance, a hint of contempt in his eyes, not even interested in replying. Seeing Li Wen remain silent, Wang Yan sneered and said disdainfully, "Ling, what qualifications do you have to negotiate with Mr. Li? Hmph! People like you don't even qualify to be Mr. Li's dog."
Hao Dong chimed in, "Ling Chen, I advise you to leave quickly, this is not something you can control. If you provoke Mr. Li, you won't end well."
Ling Chen smiled faintly, not taking their words to heart. He looked at Li Wen, his expression half-smiling, "I know there are many wealthy people in Beijing, but in a place like Beijing, the least valuable are the wealthy. Mr. Li, here you might be someone important, but in Beijing, you're just a small figure."
"I'm a small figure?" Li Wen sneered, "Then what are you? If I'm a small figure, then you're just an ant I can crush with a pinch."
