"Hmm?" Lu Chengwen looked utterly innocent. "Is there still room to maneuver?"
"Sigh, it'll be difficult, but where there's a will, there's a way. I mean... I was thinking... nothing unexpected will happen over at Tianzhu, right?"
"Oh, no problem over there." Lu Chengwen said seriously, "My little brother is more capable than I am. The key is, he has no sense of morality."
"Huh? Really?"
"Yes. He recognizes money, not people."
"My heavens."
Lu Chengwen covered his mouth with one hand. "He put several million people out of work, then stuffed his own pockets and harvested more than a hundred billion in one go. More than a hundred billion! U.S. dollars! The money I have is pocket change to him. He doesn't care how other people die. He only cares whether he makes money."
"Someone like that?"
"Exactly! I can't talk sense into him. He even says business is just like that—that no one in that position can be a philanthropist. Tell me, does that sound like something a good person would say?"
"Uh... it's not entirely his fault. That's just the environment. Even if he didn't do it, someone else would."
"He keeps wanting to work with me too, build some kind of financial channel. My life is practically over, why the hell would I work with him? Right, I need to tell him quickly that I'm pulling out of what's happening over there so he can find another partner sooner."
Jiang Yuanzheng grabbed Lu Chengwen by the wrist. "You have to cooperate! As for your life, Fourth Uncle will think of something."
"But Fourth Uncle, I owe you too much."
Jiang Yuanzheng wore an indulgent yet reproachful expression. "Who told me to owe you? Who told us old pals to hit it off so well? At a