People watched the departing heavy truck and then boiled over, no longer caring about Rangpur, who had become a clown-like figure. They were off to file their stories.
Regardless, the enterprise known as Loki Heavy Industry definitely shot to fame today, along with that indifferent and arrogant young man.
Inside the cockpit, Mu Fan had a hand on the steering wheel, pretending to drive, but all operations were actually handled by Black.
Wang Nuonuo looked at Mu Fan's sharply-defined profile and gently spoke, "Sir... thank you."
Mu Fan looked at Nuonuo's somewhat haggard face, smiled, and didn't say a word.
He gently placed an electronic nameplate in Nuonuo's hands.
"Trust me."
"Okay!"
The girl nodded vigorously.
Electronic nameplate—"Participant Number: 517"
266 participating companies, more than 500 contestants; this was his, Mu Fan's, assigned number for the competition.
