He Zongfu had been waiting for He Fangshan to say this, and upon hearing it, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.
In the Capital City for so many years, no one had ever dared to treat him this way. This was the first time he had suffered such a loss. If he didn't get it back, he, He Zongfu, would become a laughingstock among the second generation of the Beijing Circle.
"This young man Gu Bai, I've heard of him too, he's a big spender, donating billions just like that. He's highly valued at the top, and it's unlikely to target him through normal business channels. But since he runs a nightclub, and it's in the Capital City, dealing with him is still pretty easy. After all these years in the Capital City, I do have some connections, and later I'll give a nod and have that nightclub closed for a few days, that's it.
After all, his identity is sensitive, the title of a young leader is not just for show, it has practical significance, and we shouldn't overdo it."
