The first gambling license auction had concluded.
It's just unclear whether it could be called a resounding success.
At the very least, when the Crown Prince left, his complexion wasn't looking too good.
Following Einstein's theory of relativity,
if someone is displeased, naturally, someone else is pleased.
Exiting the council pavilion and getting into the car, Lan Peizhi's lips finally lifted into a slight curve.
"That was costly."
Five hundred and ten billion.
Calling it "costly" was an understatement.
If converted into cash, it would have been enough to fill the entire council pavilion.
Jiang Chen fit the image of a behind-the-scenes financier perfectly, his face showing no unusual emotion.
Had he been the one calling the shots, it wouldn't have been so "conservative."
Of course,
Lan Peizhi was surely just kindly trying to save him money.
"Not bad, though a bit of a loss, at least it's acceptable."
The act must be performed in full.
At this moment,
