Pan Dajun thought: How the hell should I know? As if I understand finance...
But his face wore a look of utter confidence, and he smiled mysteriously: "Be patient, just wait a little longer. I believe Mr. Han certainly won't let everyone down..."
Well, with that, the local bosses of Dream City were riled up like roosters injected with adrenaline, each sitting properly, solemnly opening the gifted notebooks and spreading them on the case shells.
Pan Shaohang, who joined in the fun, obviously had never experienced such a grand occasion, as more and more people gathered in the venue, his eyes gradually couldn't take it all in.
Magnates, leaders, ladies, beauties...
Pick any of them at random, they all have a confidence and poise that the local bosses didn't possess.
The difference in attire is probably not much, but the aura is remarkably different.
No matter how wealthy those who mingle in Dream City are, they inherently feel inferior to the magnates of Magic Capital.
