"Elders come first. You are too polite, uncle."

Mou Guozhong nodded and then asked the question.

"My dear nephew, will the project you mentioned before about blasting the Himalayas really turn the middle and lower reaches of the two rivers into a swamp?"

Fang Yuan explained, "Uncle Mu, I don't know either. However, the higher-ups will not allow this dangerous project to proceed just for a possibility. Without their approval, this project is basically doomed. Listen to my advice and turn back as soon as possible. It's not too late now."

Mou Guozhong said with a smile that he would definitely listen to the advice.

But Zhang Mingyi, his subordinate, knows Mou Guozhong too well. When Mou Guozhong taps the table with his fingers, he is often the most angry.

"Okay, it's your turn, nephew. If you have any questions, I will definitely answer them."

On the surface, Mou Guozhong was still smiling very kindly.

Fang Yuan looked at Mou Guozhong very sincerely, and then spoke slowly.

"Uncle Mu, I just want to ask you, how do you lose money in business? I want to learn from your advanced experience in losing money."

After these words were spoken, Mou Guozhong's face turned dark.

You can tell from his trembling shoulders that he can hardly bear it anymore.

Mou Guozhong is worthy of being a big boss, and he finally endured it.

He smiled and said, "Nephew, you asked the wrong person this question. I can only teach you how to succeed."

"oh."

Fang Yuan leaned back in his chair and spoke nonchalantly.

"Then how did this simulated driving fail?"