Hu City, Cloud Speed Express headquarters.
Nie Tengyu sat in Liao Wei's office, sizing up his competitor at close range for the first time. The man was in his forties, a few years younger than himself.
He had a buzz cut and a round face, bearing a slight resemblance to a chubbier Deng Chao. He wore a triumphant, beaming smile.
"President Liao, you've had some good luck."
Although Nie Tengyu had admitted defeat, he believed Liao Wei had just gotten shit-lucky by latching onto Chen Yansen of Senlian Capital.
They gave him money when he needed money, resources when he needed resources, and business when he needed business. If their roles were reversed, he was confident he would have performed far better than Liao Wei.
Liao Wei chuckled, thinking to himself: 'This old fossil. The only tough thing left about him is his mouth.'
