"Alas, we're getting old, and in the end, it'll be your young people's world."
At forty-six years old, in the prime of life, Yu Mingda glanced at the multi-billionaire Liu Manli, and then at the twenty-something Chu Mo, who nonchalantly talked as if 280 billion were nothing. The middle-aged man with the bitter face gently shook his head, then closed his mouth and said no more.
In the front row, Liu Manli gave a faint nod, took a deep look at Chu Mo, and the female tycoon worth hundreds of billions rose lightly to her feet, before walking towards the seats in the front row.
At this time, more people began to trickle into the classroom, although the majority were middle-aged men. There were a few who were older, and even the younger ones were rarely under thirty-five years of age.
As for women, other than Liu Manli, there were only three or four others in the entire class.
