Holding a glass of champagne, Zhuang Yingcheng watched Lin Chu, who was standing by the band. He took a small sip, a complicated look clouding his eyes.
'Heh.'
'Ten billion?'
'Even if he really is worth ten billion, saying it like that, in a place like this, makes him look like a clown playing to the gallery—even if he tries to pass it off as a joke.'
'What truly wealthy man, what real powerhouse, needs to flaunt their riches like that?'
'It's one thing for others to say it about you, but it's something else entirely when you say it about yourself.'
'Of course...'
'...there was another possibility—he was trying to set up a scam, to swindle people out of their money.'
As a financial capital, such things were not uncommon in Xiangjiang. Every time someone orchestrated a scheme, a whole crowd of Celebrities would get involved. Many stars would endorse a project only to find out later that they had been scammed themselves.
