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"Ah?" Zhang Menglong faced this sudden invitation and, surprisingly, had no immediate reaction.
"What's going on?" Just now, Poladi had an air of arrogance about him, almost as if everyone owed him money, but looking at his gaze now, there was not only excitement but even a hint of fanaticism.
"Do you know each other?" Wang Ling and Zhang Menglong exchanged puzzled looks.
Given Zhang Menglong's net worth and wealth, it might be possible that Zhang Menglong's elders knew Poladi, which seemed like a reasonable guess.
"Would you believe me if I told you this is the first time I'm meeting him?" Zhang Menglong said.
"Poladi is already in his sixties or seventies, he should be from your grandfather's generation. Maybe when you were too young to understand anything, he might have met you."
This turn of events quickly shifted all focus from Poladi to Zhang Menglong.
