Arman Manor, amidst the cheers, Grevy popped a bottle of champagne, and Francis also felt the glory of this victory.
"Marvelous speech, Arman!" Grevy sincerely praised Arman as he poured him a drink.
Arman smiled and replied, "Compared to the speech, I enjoyed watching Steed's face more. Did you see it? He couldn't do anything, just sat there like a fool!"
"I saw it!" Nikola raised his glass, "I was sitting not far from him. He looked like a statue, completely stunned!"
The group burst into laughter.
Francis accompanied the laughter, looking somewhat awkward, being the only one who had not attended the meeting, completely unaware of what had transpired.
After hesitating for a moment, Francis mustered the courage to ask, "So, we won, didn't we?"
"Of course, Francis!" Arman replied proudly, "We got a major order in the first batch: 1,500 tanks, at an order price of 5000…!"
