The young man said, "Who else could it be but this junior of ours? Even if someone else had that kind of money, they wouldn't dare show off here in Rongcheng."
His companion fell silent. That did make sense.
It wasn't that Shen Bing was petty and couldn't stand anyone having better things than he did.
But whether Shen Bing was that sort of person and whether others worried he might be were two different matters.
If Shen Bing were only a powerhouse in a single industry, others wouldn't have had such concerns. But Phantom Immortal Technology was the biggest, most formidable shit-stirrer of a company around. No entrepreneur in any industry dared ignore it.
If anyone dared steal Shen Bing's thunder on his home turf in Rongcheng, he wouldn't even need to say a word. He could simply have his company enter their industry and crush them a thousand times over in minutes, with no room for negotiation.
Who could they complain to about perfectly legitimate business competition?
No one could say for sure which industries Phantom Immortal Technology would enter. Under those circumstances, Rongcheng's major companies naturally kept as low a profile as possible, trying not to draw Shen Bing's attention to their industries. Who would be bored enough to buy a flashy private jet and catch his eye?
Suddenly, a sweet voice came from beside them. "Nonsense! Shen Bing isn't nearly as petty as you're making him out to be."
The two turned toward the voice and saw a tall beauty in sunglasses standing nearby. A trace of anger on her delicate face only made her look more playful and adorable.
"Come on, miss, I wasn't saying Shen Bing was petty! I'm talking about his influence. Understand?"
"Fair enough!" The beauty tossed her neat ponytail and walked