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Two hours later at Huajiadi.
By the entrance of the apartment, a luxurious black Audi A8 was parked near a lamppost.
Xu Jingxi was leaning against the hood of the car, taking a call.
On the other end was Huang Zhengwei: "Half of the Zhongguancun project has been halted. My funds are stuck there, the money's frozen, and work can't commence."
Xu Jingxi drawled in a casual Beijing dialect: "Who's got the guts."
There were indeed people in the Forty-Nine City who could pressure Xu Jingxi.
"Your grandfather," Huang Zhengwei added, "Well, the Liu Family meddled, and with just one phone call from your grandfather, official documents were issued mandating a construction overhaul. As for the start of work, it's indefinitely postponed."
"CITIC invested tens of billions this time. Whatever you want to do, I'll follow. If this goes south, the loss will be substantial, young master," Huang Zhengwei continued.
