The next day.
Before the signing ceremony began.
Lu Chengwen and Old Ma chatted quietly off to one side.
Lu Chengwen said, "Old Ma, you've looked over the contract, right?"
"I have. Cheng Wen, those people have already been rescued. But I don't quite understand—how did the three of you get out?"
"You don't need to worry about that."
Lu Chengwen said, "Anyway, once this contract is signed today, I'll give you one of my estates in Nanguo."
Old Ma froze. "This... wouldn't be appropriate, would it?"
Lu Chengwen took out his phone and showed him the photo album. "Take a look. It covers ten thousand square meters, and it has a golf course, a fishing room, a wine cellar, a cigar room... and two swimming pools."
Old Ma looked at the outrageously luxurious estate photos. "Cheng Wen, you're a man with vision."
Lu Chengwen pulled Old Ma farther aside. "Old Ma, let's speak frankly. We're both businessmen. No matter what business we do, isn't making money for ourselves the first priority?"
"Of course it is."
"If we don't make money ourselves and just blindly do charity, wouldn't that mean there's something wrong with our heads?"
"Exactly!"
"Donations are donations, gifts are gifts, but we have to earn back everything we donate and give away. Otherwise, after going through all this trouble, are we supposed to live on the wind?"
"Exactly!" Old Ma said. "Cheng Wen, you've got strategy. We had some misunderstandings before, the two of us. But for today's matter, I've got your back. Don't worry. In Bingzhou, no one dares refuse me face."
Lu Chengwen said, "The Huo Family can't be relied on. In their eyes, we're just a bunch of little ants. Today, they might toss us a sweet treat, but tomorrow, they could crush us