As Ruan Qinghe's anger started to brew, Si Han dug out a ball of paper from his trousers and smoothened it. Then, he threw it over.
Ruan Qinghe subconsciously received it. When he glanced at the content written on the crumpled paper, his pupils shrank slightly.
This was a contract.
It was a contract between the Ruan family and Fengchen, Asia's largest shipping company.
Why was this in Si Han's hands?
Reading the shock in Ruan Qinghe's eyes, Si Han sat down on the sofa again.
"Mr. Ruan, since you are feigning ignorance, I don't have to be polite anymore. You know better than anyone else how much the Ruan family has paid for this transaction. Once this contract can't proceed smoothly anymore, the benefits the Ruan family will lose are countless."
This tone was filled with intolerance.
Ruan Qinghe recalled that the boss of Fengchen was surnamed Si and understood everything.
