Simply put, this was hard to handle.
Extremely hard to handle.
The higher-ups had handed this glorious yet arduous task to Huo Group; Huo Zhenting had handed it to Huo Wenting; and Huo Wenting had come to Lu Chengwen...
Lu Chengwen genuinely wanted to flip the table and start cursing.
I won't get a single cent out of this, there's not a shred of benefit for me, yet they want a tiny private entrepreneur like me to carry this massive bomb? Why the hell should I!?
Is everyone in the Huo Family dead!?
In the conference room, Lu Chengwen made up his mind: he would stay out of it.
Screw you. These major matters were supposed to be worried about by big shots like you. Building one city had already worked me half to death. If I poured this year's earnings back into it too... I might look profitable on paper, but I barely had any cash reserves left.
If Great Sage Group hadn't been scamming money from all over the place and sweet-talking rich girls into investing, it would have collapsed long ago.
Who knew how hard I had it? Being able to build a city had already drained every bit of my strength—and my kidneys. What more did they want from me?
They wanted me to shoulder this kind of bullshit too? Were they even human?
Although Mayor Zhao felt deeply embarrassed, believing that Lu Chengwen had shed too much blood and suffered too many grievances over the past half year...
Before national interests, he could not retreat. He could only play peacemaker, trying to persuade Lu Chengwen and Huo Wenting to cooperate and drive the Americans away.
Zetmosunzi, president of Zhanpian Yimeigou Group, had an imposing presence.
As the president of one of the world's most powerful