Alberto Weirxiao, holding a contract, walked out of the office building and turned around to smile at the others in the parking lot:
"It's been a while since we've met; how about we all get together?"
Everyone thought for a moment and could pretty much guess Alberto Weirxiao's thoughts.
But this exactly fits everyone's intention.
As long as there's a common interest, then everyone is a good friend.
Enemies? Haha, in the face of interests, there are no permanent enemies.
"Sure! I was thinking the same thing," Fernando Caseres said with a smile.
Everyone else joined in agreement.
At times like this, you can't be contrary. Otherwise, you won't be invited, and others will form small groups, making it hard to earn any money.
That's just the reality.
Not far away, Mo Jingchun and Xia Xiaomin had naturally seen this scene from the doorway.
Xia Xiaomin didn't know what they were chatting and laughing about, but Mo Jingchun did.
"Boss, they seem to be planning to collaborate."
