In the early morning, Marco slowly opened his eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling and a slightly old-fashioned chandelier.
Yesterday, after enduring over ten hours of transatlantic flight and switching flights two or three times, he finally arrived in Miami.
His brain had just woken up; his exhausted body was still protesting, but his mind had already started racing—the meeting with the young president of "Holy Light" still made his heart surge.
President Zhou's frankness and straightforwardness left a deep impression on him. The man's intention of using money to break into the "Electric Flight" market was clear and unambiguous.
At one point, Marco even wondered if he had encountered a scammer.
But thinking back carefully, everything about the man's behavior, the company's background, and even the confidence in spending vast sums of money seemed flawless.
At least for now, everything was on the right track.
