Chapter 845 The Snack Tycoon

Mr. McLennan Senior's words left me momentarily speechless. I had never heard a peep about the McLennan family running a business before. I had worked at Harmon Group long enough to think I'd know if they had. Yet here he was, casually pointing at the pile of snacks on the table. "We're in the snack business," he said with a grin. "It's a small operation, nothing fancy, but it's down-to-earth." I stared at the assortment of sweet potato chips and candies, trying to process what he had just said. The infamous McLennan family—who had built their empire in the shadows—was now selling snacks? I picked up a package and realized I had seen some of these brands when I was a kid. Mr. McLennan Senior tore open a pack of sweet potato chips and handed me a piece. He said, "Try it. It tastes great. We've got direct contracts with local farmers." Then, he added, "If you're going abroad, you could probably get into export-import trade, right?" For a moment, I was completely speechless. He si