As Miles was knocked down to the bottom of the arena, the audience fell silent, except for the overseas aristocrats who burst into laughter.
Tristan laughed loudly and shouted at Yahir, "Yahir, is this the kind of trash you found? Don't bring such people to embarrass us in the future."
"From now on, you will hand over the transportation of the company's medicinal materials to us. Also, we won't pay for the expenses of those fishing boats. Do you have any objections?" Tristan was greedy, and Yahir's face turned red with anger. The transportation of medicinal materials had a profit of over a hundred million yuan a year, and now it was gone.
But even if Yahir was angry, he could only say with a grim face, "No objections." Although he didn't like Miles, the latter represented him on stage, and he had to accept the loss.
"Hahaha, I know you won't object." Tristan laughed heartily.
