The Spiritual Mountain Had a Spirit
If you wanted to make it in this world and rise to the top, you had to be bold, meticulous, and thick-skinned!
There was no other way.
To become chairman of Yasel Mining Company, you had to have a thick skin. Without one, you'd never have made it that far.
Seeing the contempt on Li Bai's face grow even stronger, Kitty Akroyd gritted his teeth and folded down two of his three raised fingers.
"One hundred million!"
Once a sum of money passed the hundred-million mark, it reached an entirely new level.
As the saying went, "A million is no fortune, but a hundred million is beyond compare. For a hundred million, you'd gladly risk your life."
An ordinary person might earn a million or even ten million over a lifetime, but earning a hundred million was almost impossibly difficult.
For the wealthy, it was just a modest goal. Even so, that only proved how worthy a target it was for anyone hoping to become rich.
Or perhaps it was the threshold for being considered wealthy. If your net worth was under a hundred million, you were poor for life.
One hundred million?
Was this Black chairman crazy? How could he be so willing to make such an extravagant offer?
The people from Three Rivers Pavilion looked at one another in dismay. Since when had their storeroom held such a valuable treasure? Weren't they nearly out of money?
Yikes. The more you thought about it, the scarier it got!
If they'd known they were still so well off, they wouldn't have needed to haggle with those Indians from Saint's Association for days, repeatedly letting the talks fall apart. Those Indians could buy it if they could afford it. If they couldn't, they could get