New York, a certain estate.
Within a small pavilion, two males, one old and one young, were sitting together, savoring tea.
The two people were none other than Long Xuanjun and Long Ziyu.
Suddenly, a phone on the tea table rang. Long Ziyu pressed the answer key on the cellphone, as well as the speaker, and said bluntly, "Speak!"
"Long Lao, my company can't hold on any longer, it can only declare bankruptcy or be taken over by Nansnow Technology." A voice of helplessness and panic came from the phone.
Long Xuanjun coldly asked, "How much funding do you need?"
"It's not an issue money can solve!" said the person on the other end of the call.
"I got it!"
Long Xuanjun calmly ended the call. Following this, he tranquilly continued drinking tea.
"Grandfather, this is the twelfth one!"
Long Ziyu was consumed by rage, gritting his teeth and saying, "Over this month, twelve of the companies we covertly control and support have been ruined by Guan Yazhi!"
"I know!"
