Chapter 159: Same Old Problem
"Brother Zhang really said that?" Jin Yanchao muttered to himself, his eyes unfocused.
For investments under one hundred million, he would make up however much they fell short?
Was that something an ordinary person could even say?
In such a huge group, how many people could casually throw around tens of millions without even blinking? Forget tens of millions—even those first-generation entrepreneurs would probably struggle to come up with that much liquid cash.
He subconsciously glanced at Xiang Xiaotian. Seeing the fleeting admiration in her eyes whenever she mentioned Zhang Yang, he felt an inexplicable stab of pain in his heart.
It hurt like hell.
"Well, Xiaotian, we'd like to invest a little too." Nearby, several first-generation entrepreneurs exchanged glances. Someone gave an awkward laugh and spoke up.
"Me too. Projects like this have real practical significance," someone else added.
For a while, the confirmed investment amount, which had remained stagnant for so long, suddenly began to climb.
Without anyone taking the lead, none of them had dared to make a move.
But now that a heavyweight had entered the game, every one of them was tempted.
That evening, Zhang Yang sat in COFCO Seaview No. 1, eating wagyu he had casually grilled himself while checking the group chat.
The people from the car club had invited him out for a small gathering that night, but he had declined.
Because sometimes, you needed to squeeze your way into a circle—but other times, the circle naturally formed around you.
Looking at all the groveling and thigh-hugging in the group chat, Zhang Yang found it somewhat amusing.
"They're Rolls-Royce owners, for crying out loud. Isn't this a little too spineless?"
Still, he could understand. For this group of rich second-generation kids, who mostly only received a