Dealing with Yang's incompetent fourth son was very simple; it all boiled down to how much he was actually worth to the Yang family, perhaps a few tens of billions!
Chu Mo's phone hadn't stopped ringing.
Including Zhan Bingxue, Qin Zixuan, the Four Young Masters of the magic capital, and the son of the richest man, Zhang Dongdong, the calls had been incessant.
However, there was a result; starting with the eldest young master of the Capital City's Yang family, Yang Xiulu, receiving a call, a group of more than thirty young men and women began to hear their cellphones ring one after another. And those who answered, whether scions or princesses from whichever family, whether possessing a billion or a billion in assets, all had their faces turn instantly pale.
At that moment, each person receiving a call, when they laid eyes on that BMW guy Fei Gang, had the bottom of their eyes filled with thick anger!
