"Do you believe what he says, big bro?" Wang Zhonglei asked his elder brother as he sat down in the retro-styled office.
Wang Zhongjun, who was hanging up his coat, paused and looked at his younger brother before breaking into a smile, "What do you think, Zhonglei?"
"No man is that busy without some ulterior motive—either a swindler or a thief," Wang Zhonglei spread his hands, "If it were just one or two projects, there's no question, we should definitely agree. It's a rare opportunity to work with such a large group, but a bundle of plans this big? Or should I say, Cowell's appetite is a little too large, so it's really hard to say, especially since he's offered us shares."
"One question," Wang Zhongjun sat down next to his brother, "What benefit does he get from doing this? Or rather, what does he want to achieve?"
