Lin Yi understood Yang Guangxia's words.
Although he was very rich now, in the eyes of those in power, he was indeed nothing.
Even if he developed the photolithography machine, his influence would still be lacking.
However, if he entered the circle of power, his future was limitless.
"I got it."
"As long as you understand." Yang Guangxia said,
"Don't forget to send me some meat when you slaughter the pig. I'm still waiting to eat some pork."
"I'll send it to you before anyone else. You're already so old. Can you not be so greedy?"
"Then I'll wait."
After chatting for a while, Lin Yi got out of the car and left.
Watching Lin Yi leave, Mo Hongshan said,
"Chief, isn't it a little too early to tell him this?"
