Zhu Yuefu hung up the phone and a sense of unease began to creep into his heart.
He knew Feng Jun wasn't born into wealth, and he could tell not just from his facial features; he even knew quite a bit about the Feng family's affairs.
For many people, Feng Jun's rise was a mystery, and like Zhu Yuefu, who couldn't share how he made his first bucket of gold, he understood why Feng Jun would want to keep it a secret.
But what neither he nor Feng Jun could conceal was that they both were very poor before making their fortunes, which is why the process remained a mystery.
Zhu Yuefu had never met Feng Jun, but he knew he was even wealthier than himself.
Such a person had come all the way from Zhengyang to Jin City, headed straight to a hospital, and said, "When I was a child, my family was very rich."—What the hell kind of act was that, trying to charm my hospital's receptionist?
