Zhou Yao stared blankly at the beaming God of Wealth Society Rotating President before him, an indescribable sense of absurdity rising within him.
"Is something wrong with you finance people? Every time you plot out loud, you manage to do it right in front of your intended victim."
Back at Taiyi Capital, the Capitalist had eagerly shared drinks with him and called him a brother, drawing him into discussions about how to scheme against the Unofficial History Club.
Now that he had returned to the Jade Capital Grotto-Heaven, the God of Wealth Society Rotating President had come calling, going on about the Unofficial History Club's heinous crimes and joining forces with Taiyi Capital to wipe it out.
So you all just think the Unofficial History Club is an easy target, huh?
Zhou Yao kept grumbling inwardly, but his expression remained composed, betraying nothing unusual.
He merely raised his chin slightly. As his gaze settled on Zhao Fu, his tone shifted, quietly taking on a hint of interrogation.
"And where did you hear this information, President Zhao?"
Zhao Fu's smile stiffened for an instant.
His small eyes darted about before he discreetly raised a hand to wipe the fine beads of sweat from his forehead, quickly replacing his expression with a strained smile.
"Just hearsay from some of my subordinates. Part of the reason I came today was to verify it. I hope you'll forgive me, Director Zhou."
His tone grew even more deferential than before, and he instinctively sank farther into the sofa, placing himself in a still humbler position.
Watching Zhao Fu, Zhou Yao narrowed his eyes. He already had a few suspicions, but rather than expose them immediately, he continued probing from another angle.
"Since you mentioned that the Unofficial History Club has had conflicts with the God