Xu Tailang really wanted to turn around and go back to find Zhang Suzhen. After all, he was hungry now and had no dinner.
But as a man who stood tall and proud, he had already boasted in front of Jia Yi and the others.
Going back now would be far too spineless. Jia Yi and the others would definitely despise him to death.
A man fought for a breath of pride, while Buddha fought for a stick of incense.
Xu Tailang decided to grit his teeth and tough it out.
He firmly believed that, as a time traveler, as long as he took the right path and clung to the right powerful backer, it was impossible for him to fare too badly.
Judging from how things are now, I can forget about traveling back anytime soon. Then I need to make money—preferably a lot of money.
Xu Tailang took a deep breath, hoping the goddess of Destiny would favor him.
He patted his pocket.
He did not even have a single coin.
What a miserable life.
He walked down the street. The bitter wind howled, blowing against him until goosebumps rose all over his body. He could not help rubbing his hands and stamping his feet before breaking into a jog.
He ran all the way.
By chance, he passed a barbershop and saw the people inside watching television.
On the television, a beautiful and poised female host was broadcasting the news:
"Famous overseas businessman Ding Ling has recently invested over ten billion in Modu..."
That one sentence.
It struck Xu Tailang like a bolt of lightning.
He stopped in disbelief and looked toward the news.
Unfortunately,
the news flashed past in an instant.
Soon, it switched to another channel.
Xu Tailang grew frantic. He hurried over and said