In the midst of a large crowd, even if Jiang Feng had already guessed that Pan Sheng might be a little person with newfound success, standing tall with arrogance, he didn't show anything publicly.
It wasn't that he feared the hidden implications in Pan Sheng's words, rather it was because people like this who are obstinate and unrepentant, aren't worth it. Sooner or later, he'll make it so that Pan Sheng can't even open his mouth.
"Oh, Young Master Pan, what brings you here today?"
At this moment, the owner of the Stone Cutting Field came up to Pan Sheng with a fawning expression, smiling.
It turns out, Pan Sheng was actually a regular at the Stone Cutting Field.
Although he was the son of Pan Haoting, one of the top ten wealthy individuals in Binhai, Pan Sheng had his own interests.
That was gambling on stones.
This interest developed once when he went to Myanmar on a business trip with Pan Haoting, after witnessing it from the locals.
