Li Zuoguo gave Xu Hu a thoughtful glance.
Xu Hu turned to look back at him.
They had been friends for years.
Li Zuoguo knew his old friend's temperament well.
Back when he was a journalist, he was a true, idealistic intellectual—you could even call him a warrior. Whenever he saw injustice, he'd take up his pen and attack.
After quitting journalism to start his own independent media platform, he'd been deplatformed multiple times.
In the end, he had no choice but to pivot his operations abroad. But... he was still as fiery as ever, a man who lived by his passions.
"Don't look at me. Go ahead and do what you want."
Li Zuoguo said with a gentle smile.
'I'm a businessman, so I have more to consider and weigh. But there's no stopping Xu Hu. He doesn't think about any of this and has already completely agreed.'
'It would be inappropriate for me to say anything more.'
'Anyway, I'm just a minority shareholder. Getting a reasonable return on my exit now isn't a loss.'
