Chen Mo looked at Jameson.
"Then let's save ourselves some effort? Fine."
With that, Chen Mo pushed his chair back and tapped his earpiece.
"Send the stuff up."
Everyone in the office looked toward the window.
Jameson looked toward the window too.
Two seconds later, a black document bag descended outside.
Suspended by webbing, it swayed to a stop outside the glass.
Chen Mo opened the window, pulled the bag inside, and tossed it straight onto Jameson's desk.
The bag landed with a loud thud.
Jameson's eyebrow twitched.
"What's this now?"
Chen Mo unzipped it.
Inside were a stack of purchase orders, an Autonomous Alliance brochure, and several charts of fund flows that had already been organized.
"I didn't come here today just to beat you up."
Jameson glanced at him.
Chen Mo added another sentence.
"At least, that wasn't the main reason."
Daredevil gave a soft cough.
Chen Mo pretended not to hear and pushed the purchase orders in front of Jameson.
"I need a mouth that knows how to argue."
Jameson's face darkened immediately.
"What do you take me for?"
Chen Mo looked at him.
"The best Spider-Man basher in New York. The foulest mouth, bar none."
Jameson sneered.
"Thanks for the compliment."
Chen Mo pushed another document over.
"So you should be pretty useful when it comes to bashing other people too."
Jameson was about to fire back when his eyes swept over the figure on the purchase order, and he suddenly froze.
Five billion dollars.
The office fell silent for a moment.
Jameson took the cigar out of his mouth.
This time, Jameson didn't curse. He picked up the purchase orders and leafed through them page by page.
"The Administrative Bureau hasn't even been established for a day. This isn't what taxpayers pay taxes for."
Chen