Lu Chengwen looked at Huo Wenting and froze.
Huo Wenting looked quite pleased with herself.
"He came looking for me and asked me to give him five minutes."
"And then?"
"I gave him thirty minutes to listen to him sweet-talk me."
Lu Chengwen was furious inside!
Lu Chengwu! I'm going to skin you alive!
You're better than me—your guts are even bigger than mine! Sweet-talking Huo Wenting... what the hell were you thinking?
Huo Wenting smiled. "Lu Chengwu has an active mind and plenty of nerve. Unfortunately, he always likes crooked paths. He has no interest in real industry. He prefers to play with capital and manipulate others from behind the scenes to make money for himself. Not everyone has a clever younger brother like that."
Lu Chengwen looked at Huo Wenting. "So... you were the one backing him?"
Huo Wenting still did not deny it.
She merely raised her wineglass. "Cheers."
Lu Chengwen looked at Huo Wenting and mechanically raised his glass to lightly clink it against hers.
Huo Wenting said, "Deal?"
Lu Chengwen shook his head slightly. "I don't like it."
"What don't you like?"
"I don't like any of it."
A nameless fire suddenly rose in Lu Chengwen's chest!
Even he was surprised!
He hated how big shots like Huo Wenting manipulated and coerced him.
He was angry at that bastard Lu Chengwu for refusing to settle down and setting fires everywhere, leaving him in such a passive position!
He was angry at himself. It was clearly an excellent opportunity, yet he resisted it to the bone!
He was angry at all the capitalists in the world. They held the greatest wealth under heaven—if every one of them were willing to do good, how beautiful would the world be!?
But they were all schemers, selfish and self-serving,