Is individual life equivalent?
Obviously not.
Take Boss Jiang for instance.
He can buy land and buildings for the neighbors in the big compound, can promote the integration of his hometown with the international community.
Could Tong Dan achieve that?
Clearly not.
Just like the wattage of a light bulb.
Bulbs of different power levels emit different light and heat; some people might be beasts, but undeniably, they can influence the global economy.
In comparison.
Some people who would sell their lives for a meal, they have the same heart in both bodies, but which is more valuable?
"Is there more?"
Peace Hotel.
Jiang Chen flipped through the handwritten statements.
This was the office belonging to the hotel owner, temporarily borrowed by him recently.
"No more."
Xu Kuan sat opposite, stating with slight sigh: "Du Enqin has done her best; those people knew only what they should."
How could it not be strenuous?
Even an iron man couldn't keep secrets in such torment.
