The capital.
In a study sat Xia Zhan, a stern-faced elderly man. Nearly sixty, he looked to be only around fifty, far younger than his actual age.
After hearing his secretary's report, his expression darkened slightly.
"Old friend, what do you think of this?"
"Putting pressure on someone so openly is disgraceful. It's sheer nonsense."
The refined yet imposing old man beside him spoke, his expression clearly displeased.
"Desperate for quick success and short-sighted."
The chairmen of Two Barrels of Oil had gone to a charity gala to discuss cooperation with Chen Mo? Though they had gone in a private capacity, they had been conducting official business and openly applying pressure in public.
Given their positions, people were bound to gossip. This was damaging their overall image.
"The previous two old comrades worked hard to protect such a promising talent. If those two cause trouble and something goes wrong, the losses will outweigh the gains." The leader sighed and shook his head. "Still worrying about such petty gains at a time like this. They are unfit for important responsibilities."
The old man beside him nodded in agreement.
The Ant Army Group had only been established for a short time, yet it had already reached the stage of exploring outer space. As long as Chen Mo remained, its future would be limitless.
The technology and benefits they had gained from Chen Mo could no longer be measured in money.
The journey ahead led toward the farther-reaching Sea of Stars.
At a time like this, Wang Qilin and Dai Houlong were damaging their impression and relationship with Chen Mo. If Chen Mo threw a fit, the relationship could break apart entirely. It was utter nonsense.
No matter when, there were always one or two black sheep.
"Fortunately, no irreparable mistake has been