บท 1335: Takeda Pharmaceutical's Servers

At the entrance of the New Otani Hotel, guests with flamboyant appearances left one after another.

Many people were euphoric because they had signed a big deal, while many people were disappointed that Jiang Chen left too early. Under the streetlight outside the main entrance, Hiroto Mitsui stood beside a black car like a sculpture, his eyes narrowed as he followed the direction Celestial Trade's convoy left in.

His bodyguard opened the door for him and stepped aside respectfully.

Hiroto Mitsui's assistant with black frame glasses, who stood behind him, stepped aside and reminded his boss softly.

"President, the car is ready."

The silence continued until the few car lights disappeared at the end of the street. Mitsui Hiroto seemed to have made up his mind and nodded slowly.

"Mhmm."

...

The CIB?

A look of interest appeared in Jiang Chen's eyes.