Zhao Ritian sat beside Long Aotian.
He leaned close to Long Aotian. "What did you steal?"
Long Aotian looked at him. "Eat. Stop talking."
"How'd you steal it? They even treated you to a meal after you stole from them?"
Long Aotian took an oil dish and set it in front of him. "Eat. You little mouth cost me nine hundred million."
"Pfft!"
Zhao Ritian wasn't having it and started eating.
The Strategist leaned close to Tang Wanli. "Something's wrong."
Tang Wanli sneered.
Of course something was wrong!
Using the restroom as an excuse, the two went to the back.
Tang Wanli said, "Ten billion, and he didn't even blink. Is that normal? If they only knew each other because he treated someone, there's no way to explain this."
The Strategist nodded. "But Yang Weilong doesn't seem to care much about money. From the looks of it, forget ten billion—even fifty billion, he'd dare to spend it."
Tang Wanli nodded. "With medical skills like that, why would he need to set up a street stall to treat patients? He could go to any major family and never have to worry about food or clothing for the rest of his life. Not to mention, he knows martial arts! He could establish his own sect and found his own school. Wouldn't money come pouring in?"
The Strategist said, "That's why Yang Weilong definitely isn't some nobody. And that old man beside him may be the one pulling the strings behind the scenes."
Tang Wanli sighed. "The winds have shifted suddenly, strange things keep happening, a disaster star has come to our door, and the family is in trouble. Are the other four families trying to make things difficult for us?"
The Strategist shook his head. "It's still hard to say. Even though