"Senior, didn't you say it yourself..."
"Youth is reckless. I'm young too, so could I back down..."
"No!"
Sun Wen spoke in a plaintive tone, his shifty eyes fixed on the fat old man.
Sun Wen's words made the fat old man laugh in exasperation. "But young people also repay kindness. I just saved your life. Surely there's nothing wrong with you repaying me in return!"
"Senior, as the old saying goes, no merchant is honest..."
Sun Wen spoke again, refusing to give an inch.
For a moment, silence settled over them.
The fat old man narrowed his eyes, repeatedly looking Sun Wen over. "People who offend our Black Market never end up well..."
"My grandfather is at the Ninth Awakening..."
Sun Wen replied politely.
"Walk by the river long enough, and your shoes are bound to get wet..."
"My grandfather is at the Ninth Awakening."
"Ninth Awakening or Eighth Awakening, you still have to be reasonable..."
"My grandfather is at the Ninth Awakening."
Several questions, several answers!
In the end, the fat old man sat alone on a rock without a word.
"Senior, the Gold Ingot Group isn't mine alone. The Ink Pavilion holds shares in it, so certain actions I take require the Ink Pavilion's tacit approval. Your wild style of trading, which belongs exclusively to the gray zone, isn't suitable."
"But once I get back, I can send an investment assessment team to examine the markets in those ten cities you like and invest in a new company..."
"An investment of one yuan for a one-percent stake..."
Sun Wen had not finished speaking, but the fat old man's tiny eyes widened again, gleaming!
It seemed that, to him, money would always hold a fatal attraction.
"Hehe..."
"You youngsters really have all sorts of tricks. Old fellows like