Cheng Daqi faltered for a moment; he realized that Gio still hadn't made up his mind.
"Understood. There's no need to rush into building cars. The initial investment is something I can handle on my own. When we start looking for additional funding in the future, you can take your time to evaluate everything thoroughly.
By the way, Gio, if—just if—there's ever anything in the future where you need my help, you're always welcome to come see me in San Rodolfo. I'll always welcome you."
Cheng Daqi left. Giorgio lazily rested the cup on his stomach, leaned back on the recliner, and stared up at the sky.
Florida's sky was beautiful, but his face remained expressionless, lost in thoughts.
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Burns anxiously pored over the case files organized by his subordinates, his heart awash with anger and confusion.
