"Damn," listening to Fatty say this, this Master Liu Cheng seems to have a high status.
Wang Hao sheepishly withdrew his hand—Alright then, the guy's a revered master and looks down on us little hicks. Ignore us if you must.
"Brother Hao," Ren Xing, who was holding the steering wheel, was making small talk to change the subject, "Golden Stone Town, the apartments here are said to be selling quite well, and the sizes aren't bad either. I was thinking about buying Mu Qing a duplex, one with two floors."
See that? That's what you call a tycoon!
"Definitely a tycoon," Wang Hao chuckled back, "Just buy it if it catches your eye, why are you even asking me about this?"
"That's not how it works," Ren Xing gave his opinion while driving, "Brother Hao, your knowledge is vast. If it weren't for that incident, you would've at least been in a key provincial university. I'm thinking of buying something satisfactory, so you'll have to give it a good look for me."
