"Making a fortune... Go on."
Zhao Peng seemed a bit wistful, but he was willing to hear him out.
His current predicament, and everything that had come before, was all because of that one goal: making a fortune.
The world is a flurry of activity, with people coming and going for the sake of profit.
Looking back now, the world was different, and he was a changed man. His original aspirations were a distant memory, and he was no longer a young man.
Of course, this young man before him had a much higher starting point than he'd had, and his methods were far more audacious.
'Perhaps… he's the descendant of some powerful figure.'
That was a strong possibility.
After all, things like acquiring land in Dubai, developing the low-altitude economy, and running a security company weren't achievable with money alone.
