Ye Fan slightly furrowed his brows, eyeing Zhao Haoqiang with suspicion. Ye Fan could roughly guess that the circle Zhao Haoqiang referred to must be quite hidden, difficult for ordinary people to get into—after all, all the businesses were of the kind that could not withstand the light of day, and if discovered by the police, the consequences would be more serious than those of underground gambling dens.
But Ye Fan didn't know what the requirements were to enter this circle? In Ye Fan's view, aside from being a smooth talker, Zhao Haoqiang seemed to have no other skills—though, certainly, being glib was a skill in itself, with a broad network able to connect with all walks of life and solve all kinds of problems for you.
