The other party didn't want money, so Lin Mo didn't insist on giving it.
Seeing this situation, he guessed that the trader in front of him was probably no ordinary person.
Lin Mo took the US Dollars back out, put on a new mask and a duckbill cap, and curiously asked, "What's the name of that Grand Xia person you mentioned?"
The trader apologized and said, "I'm sorry, I can't reveal his name."
"However, he has a distinctive look... a very big head, a full and protruding forehead, as if he's an extraterrestrial being."
"Oh right, he also has another characteristic, which is that many people from Grand Xia like to call him 'Dad.'
Dad?
A very big head? A full and protruding forehead?
Like an alien?
"I think I know who you're talking about."
Lin Mo smiled faintly, these descriptions were actually pretty clear. He also hadn't expected that one day he would be spoken of in the same breath as that tycoon, which felt somewhat surreal.