Zhong Fan looked at the confident Jiang Cheng in front of him.
"I hope what you said is true."
Jiang Cheng's expression remained confident, unfazed by the other's skepticism.
"Guaranteed!"
After speaking, Jiang Cheng took out a thick stack of papers from his bag.
"These are the manufacturers I've visited over the past few days. This contains the basic information about their exhibition products."
"I've annotated it in eight languages, which you can refer to if needed, but it's okay if you don't need to."
Zhong Fan lowered his head, took the information, and flipped through one page, two pages.
He became increasingly amazed as he read.
They also had their own data, but it was nowhere near as detailed as this one.
More importantly, this young lady in front of him annotated all the difficult and obscure terms in eight languages by herself.
And she handed over such useful information that she could understand better than anyone else.
"You—"
