Every bankrupt, doomed megacorporation had an entrepreneur scrambling to flee.
Every Ponzi scheme on the verge of collapse had a billionaire who had already run away.
"Have the factories and real estate all been liquidated?"
"Everything that could be sold has been sold. As for what couldn't, leave it to those unlucky bastards in the Refugee Camp."
Lu PingAn took the list, skimmed through it, and nodded in satisfaction.
Leaving had never been a sudden decision. The moment they decided to eliminate Dao Zhong, Lu PingAn's group had finalized their escape plan.
They had expanded their debts while liquidating assets. Lu PingAn had no intention of ever returning to this world. Still, since his industrial enterprises had already spread out, the factories were producing every day, and his relationship with the City Lord's side was quite good, they were all exceptionally valuable assets.
Especially since the City Lord had been pragmatic enough to hand parts of several towns' "Reconstruction Projects" to Mr. An Nan.
"Are you sure you want to come with me? Life here isn't too bad, actually. I can leave the remaining businesses to you. At the very least, you'll be able to live with food and shelter."
Lu PingAn had given Da Mu and the others an extra choice regarding their future. To him, smuggling a few people across cost practically nothing. He could even gain a stable workforce.
Lu PingAn's plan was to "leave behind a letter and depart"—in other words, "The world is so vast. I want to go out and see it. You can have the businesses."
It sounded ridiculous, but it did fit the impression Mr. An Nan had consistently given people.
And even without such a ridiculous excuse, Mr. An Nan's departure would naturally cause waves throughout the entire city. Perhaps they