Jiang Shang was completely dumbfounded.
He pointed at Lu Chengwen's retreating back. "What is he doing?"
Jiang Yuanzheng shook his head. "He panicked. He's obviously afraid you'll butcher him and toss him into a stinking ditch, so he's throwing money around to save himself."
Jiang Shang snapped, "Go stop him! This is a Jiang Family event. He's not allowed to make trouble here!"
"Yes."
Lu Chengwen held up his wineglass.
"Less than a year ago, I founded the Northern Kingdom Ancient Martial Arts Bank. I believe some of the sects and families here from the Northern Kingdom know about it and have probably worked with my bank."
"In less than a year, the Ancient Martial Arts Bank has taken in over forty billion in funds, issued over twenty billion in loans, and facilitated investments totaling nearly thirty billion."
"The Ancient Martial Arts World in the Northern Kingdom has long since collectively gotten a calcium boost."
"Now! I can clearly feel that the Ancient Martial Arts World is undergoing profound and enormous changes. Traditional management models and single-source revenue streams have already made many families and sects foresee a crisis. Everyone present is an outstanding leader of a family or sect, blessed with foresight and strategic vision."
"Can subsidies and those little gray-market businesses you used to rely on really keep your sects running?"
The crowd below fell silent, looking at one another.
"Now! I've decided to open another special bank, one dedicated to serving high-end clients! That means all of you present, as well as those absent but qualified. Specifically, major clients like you: powerful, noble in character, strategically farsighted, brave enough to keep up with the times and make changes, with more than one hundred million in privately operable funds!"
Jiang Yuanzheng walked over, pulled Lu Chengwen aside, and