"You guess."
Chen Xiaolong just smiled slightly and purposely played coy, not eager to reveal his relationship with the Song Family.
Gao Zhiqiang felt like a cat was scratching at his heart and was even more hesitant, pondering the truthfulness of Xiaolong's words.
If he really had found a backer, then cooperating with Chen Xiaolong once might be feasible—at worst, he might make a fortune out of it.
But what if it was false? Gao Zhiqiang asked himself, with his abilities, it would definitely be difficult to get by in the dragon's den of the provincial city, especially in the new field of the medicinal material industry, which would mean competing with those established medicinal material dealers in the city.
It would not only be a matter that offends people but also an unrewarding task.
"Hey, my Xiaolong, don't make me guess. I'm a coward, you know that."
Gao Zhiqiang forced a smile, quickly poured a glass of wine for Chen Xiaolong, and hoped to get more information from him.
