The World's Richest Man was cursing someone in public—and the person he was cursing was none other than the son of the former Asian Richest Man.
The other party was not angry in the slightest. Instead, he wore an ingratiating smile and let him curse.
"Fucking hell, why did you trick me into coming out?"
Seeing his shamelessness, Jiang Siming could not be bothered to keep cursing. He laughed angrily instead.
Young Master Wang chuckled and said, "It's not convenient to talk here. There's a fairly upscale Japanese restaurant nearby. Let's talk there. It's on me."
Jiang Siming thought that he was already out anyway, so he might as well see what this fellow was up to.
"Lead the way."
"Coming right up." Like a lackey, Young Master Wang drove ahead to lead the way, with Jiang Siming following behind.
The two arrived at a Japanese restaurant. The moment they sat down, Young Master Wang was about to get to the matter at hand when Jiang Siming beat him to it.
"Let's get one thing straight first. I was the one who negotiated the tax exemption for Jiu Yun Baijiu. It all belongs to me. Don't even think about taking a share."
"Holy shit! Jiu Yun's tax-exempt now? How come I didn't know?" Young Master Wang was stunned.
"Damn, I thought that was why you came to talk to me." Jiang Siming rolled his eyes and reached for a cigarette.
"Have one of mine. Have one of mine."
Their proud and unyielding Young Master Wang immediately took a cigarette from his pocket.
It was Imperial Dragon Smoke, and a high-end version at that.
Although it was far inferior to Jiang Siming's original version, Jiang Siming still gave him face and put it between his lips.
Young Master Wang struck a