Chapter 689: Chapter 462 First Confrontation (2nd Update)
“Ah, entering the top 71 mecha companies?”
Jika immediately showed interest, his stocky and corpulent body turned toward where the sound was originating, and there stood a tall young lady.
Jika came from the Hinchlo Business Alliance and was not a human of the Federation; he stood less than 1.6 meters tall, yet his weight easily exceeded 120KG.
However, given the expressions of those around, including Wang Nuonuo, nothing seemed amiss; they were used to dealing with various beings in interstellar commerce and had seen it all before.
“Respected Chairman Jika, hello,” the young lady said, bowing in an exceptionally dignified manner.
But the bearded Jika did not acknowledge Wang Nuonuo’s gesture; instead, he asked with palpable interest, “I have the information for all the companies in the top 71. Which company did you say you were from? What is your mecha?”
People grew tense seeing the major investor showing interest; they all listened intently.
“Loki Heavy Industry. We are competing with only one mecha, named Extreme Special Soldier Ge-Z. Have you heard of it, Mr. Jika?”
Jika scratched his thick chin with his sturdy fingers, then his eyes widened and he slapped his thigh vigorously as his tone became animated:
“I know it, is it that black mecha with a Light Weapon?”
Jika asked excitedly.
“Yes, Mr. Jika, but that was our prototype. Our mass-produced models are not equipped with that weapon,” Nuonuo clarified hastily, sensing that the bearded chairman across from her might be even more excited than she was.
“I just mentioned my requirements; are you sure you can meet them? I need 700 mecha units in stock because my trade convoy cannot afford any delays.”
“I am certain, Mr. Jika.”
“Well then, I am very interested in your mechas, and would like to discuss this in detail.”
Jika burst into laughter, and his beard trembled.
Hearing this, the crowd around them couldn’t help but sigh in whispers, watching as a major investor was about to slip through their fingers.
However, at that moment, a clear voice suddenly came from behind the crowd, not bothering to lower its volume at all.
“Respected Chairman Jika, I suggest you carefully verify the credentials of this company. I’ve heard that the company’s shares are undergoing drastic changes. Missing out on this deal would be minor, but it would be major if it disrupts your normal business activities.”
Curious, people looked back and upon seeing who was speaking, many discreetly stepped back.
It was someone from the Blue Capital Military Group, and the family crest on his chest clearly displayed an ancient Tang character!
This was from the Tang family, one of the seven major families; it wasn’t hard to guess the real identity of this speaker.
The exceptional scion of the Tang family, Donald Tang!
He had just clinked glasses with a representative from another company when he suddenly heard “Loki Heavy Industry” from not far away, unmistakably the voice of the Wang family’s young mistress.
Intrigued, he turned and walked toward the sound.
The crowd blocked his view, yet as soon as he spoke, a path naturally opened up.
He bowed slightly towards Jika inside, a perfect gesture of a gentleman, and Donald Tang’s face showed a standard networker’s smile, while the silent Sai stood behind him.
“I am Donald Tang, director from Lan Du Military Group.”
Hearing Donald Tang’s words, Jika looked suspiciously toward the girl standing beside him.
Only then did Donald Tang turn his gaze there as well, smiling and saying, “Miss Nuonuo, we meet again.”
His eyes landed on the figure clothed in the light yellow dress, but his gaze suddenly sharpened!
Because a tall figure appeared slowly from the side.
Mu Fan shifted slightly to the side and emerged from behind a man in a suit who was nearly six feet three inches tall, and also caught Donatello’s gaze.
It really comes when you least expect it…
Mu Fan looked coldly at the young man opposite him, who looked slightly astonished, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.
“Young Master Tang, good evening.”
“How did you recover so quickly!”
Their odd conversation drew people’s attention, and eyes continuously swept over their faces.
They noticed that once an inconspicuous young man appeared on one side, Young Master Tang from the Tang family shifted his attention away from Chairman Jika.
“I’m rather tough and physically strong; naturally, I recovered quickly,” Mu Fan replied coldly and indifferently, but the hint of aggression in his words startled the onlookers.
Where did this guy pop up from, speaking so aggressively?
After hearing Mu Fan’s words, Wang Nuonuo’s initially trembling body also steadied, and she calmly looked at the opposite side, “I am the current legal owner of Loki Heavy Industry. I will take responsibility for every word I say. If the delivery date is delayed by one day, we are willing to compensate at double the price!”
The girl’s words resonated powerfully!
“Little girl, I underestimated you, you have backbone. I’d like to discuss some details about Mecha driving with Loki Heavy Industry, can you elaborate?” Chairman Jika stared intensely at Wang Nuonuo.
“Regarding this, I can explain to you, I am the Chief Mechanical Master of Loki Heavy Industry. I was driving the competing Mecha throughout, and I was fortunate to survive,” Mu Fan said, revealing a harmless smile on his face and lightly bowing, ignoring Donatello on the side.
This truly made Jika gasp, then his face lit up with a smile more radiant than ever before.
“Great, great! Let’s go outside, have a drink, and chat, haha, I, Jika, enjoy discussing with such vibrant young people.”
[Mu Fan, in 2 seconds a waiter will pass by 60 centimeters next to you, pick up a wine glass from his tray, and toast to the opposite side.]
Black’s voice precisely rang out in Mu Fan’s ears. Mu Fan raised his wine glass, smiled slightly, and then glanced subtly at the cold-faced Donatello.
“Young Master Tang, sorry to disappoint you.”
After saying this, he lightly placed his hand on Wang Nuonuo’s back. The girl responded with a knowing smile, and the three of them walked outside together.
Only Donatello was left, quietly squinting his eyes, along with the still figure of the man in the black scarf behind him.
“Young Master Tang, it seems you also find that kid unpleasant. I, Rupert, would be glad to teach him an unforgettable lesson,” said Rupert with flowing blond hair, carrying a wine glass and walking over with a smile.
He had been intentionally moving closer to this area, unexpectedly witnessing an exciting scene. Now he grew more curious about that kid.
Who exactly is he, to continuously provoke both the profligate heir of the Rong Family and the young master of the Tang family?
Donatello narrowed his eyes and turned his head, revealing a warm smile, “It’s Rupert. I really dislike such unruly barbarians. If possible, Natello would be grateful. But be careful, that kid is quite skilled.”
“Hahaha, we are all civilized people; why would we get physical?” Rupert winked lightly, casually picked up a glass of red wine from a waiter’s tray, and followed out.
As a spokesperson in the grey area of Zhongjing City, Rupert was unparalleled in doing such things.
It had been a long time since he had sought some excitement…
The crowd dispersed, and Donatello didn’t move; he watched Rupert’s departing figure and softly said:
“Sai, do you have the confidence?”
But he didn’t notice the abnormality of the man in the black scarf behind him at that moment.