At this moment.
The Indian capital controlled by the West secretly cursed, watching the man on stage speak endlessly, drawing circles in their minds.
Humph!
It's all your fault, no, your boss's fault.
Otherwise.
There wouldn't be so many issues. If it weren't for the sudden occurrence, the Indian authorities' quick stance, and Roy City's current improvements, they wouldn't have had to co-invest.
Moreover.
Due to their slow speed, as almost the last batch, the weight of their choices is the lowest, they can only choose after others have chosen.
It won't be a loss.
But it's not particularly tasty either.
Bastard.
Damn.
Vampire.
Exactly.
In the eyes of the capitalists, the Myanmar Bank Group is the real vampire, only sucking the blood of these capitalists, while the capitalists suck the blood of the grassroots.
On stage.
The introduction finally reached its end,
"Believe."
