The scene erupted in an uproar. No one understood what Wang Ye meant.
What did he mean by saying that talking about his own affairs would be bragging...
Danya gave Wang Ye a puzzled look, wondering if this Mikhail had been pushed into a corner by her and was now just spouting nonsense.
"Do you even know what you're saying?
Speaker Mikhail, please don't treat everyone here like fools, thank you.
Are you saying there's another side of you that no one knows about?
What, are you done pretending? Ready to show your true colors?"
Danya mocked.
Wang Ye did not get angry. He merely smiled faintly, glanced at Danya, and said:
"Miss Danya, you still know far too little about me.
You only know that I'm supposedly an oligarch worth billions, so you naturally assume that my daily life must be extravagantly luxurious and decadent.
But I can responsibly say...
Oh, there are so many reporters here. Everyone will record every word I say, so surely I wouldn't lie in front of all these reporters.
Friends from the press, wouldn't you agree?"
Halfway through, Wang Ye even interacted with the reporters.
The reporters surrounding them chuckled. One of them called out, "Of course! Everything that happens here today, as well as everything both sides say, will be faithfully recorded by our cameras."
Wang Ye nodded and continued:
"Mm, perhaps even Miss Danya won't believe this, but to this day, I do not personally own a single property in Moscow, anywhere in Russia, or even in any city around the world!"
The crowd exploded into commotion. Wang Ye's words were simply too surprising!
Was this some kind of joke?
Mikhail was a super-rich man whom countless media outlets had called "the richest man in all Russia," "Russia's wealthiest man," "one