chapter 163 A purple clay pot worth over 100 million

Emory Williams couldn't help but feel a little disgusted with this president whom he had never met before. If he hadn't come here for a loan, Emory Williams might have turned around and left. While Emory Williams was examining the situation in the president's office, the glass door was pushed open. "Who are you?" The voice was thick and powerful. Emory Williams turned his head, and behind him stood an old man in his fifties. His hair was a little sparse, but he was very energetic. He was...