After the first wave of investors left, Qian Chongyun heaved a sigh of relief. He felt that even war was not as tiring as this.
If he had a choice, he hoped that these investors would stay away from him. Otherwise, it would not be long before he had a headache.
"The older the ginger, the spicier it is. No wonder my father, who had never cared about me, would take the initiative to arrange a helper for me.
It seems that the construction of the city is not as simple as we thought. This is only the beginning, and there will be more troubles in the future!"
Although it wasn't easy, Qian Chongyun was still full of motivation. After all, this was his own choice. No matter how difficult it was, he had to continue.
She turned around to look at mo Ziqi and Mo Yichen and realized that they were also in a daze. It was obvious that their investors had made them dizzy.
