After finishing this speech.
Thomson couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
At this point, I've said everything I needed to—surely Xu Yun won't insist on his own ideas anymore, right?
But what surprised him was—
The Xu Yun sitting across from him didn't react, but instead reached deep into his chest pocket, pulled something out, and handed it over:
"Mr. Thomson, take a look at this."
"?"
Thomson paused, slightly confused, and instinctively took what Xu Yun offered.
It was a neatly folded sheet of letter paper—nothing special, not even a protective envelope as cover.
Maybe it's a recommendation letter from some Netherlands professor?
Or maybe a Bank of England cheque—was Xu Yun planning to bribe him?
Filled with questions—
Thomson unfolded the letter and unconsciously read aloud the opening:
"To Mr. Fat Fish..."
Thomson instantly stopped reading, blinking his eyes.
Fat Fish?
Why did that name sound strangely familiar?
