"Crackling and popping!" With the raucous sound of firecrackers fading away, Zhu Wencong held the red scissors and completed the ribbon-cutting ceremony for the grand opening.
Standing behind Zhu Wencong, Liao Tonggui felt relieved that he hadn't bet with Zhu Wencong yesterday, otherwise, he would have lost 100 US dollars.
Although the person currently the talk of the town was Lincoln, Zhu Wencong, the once-king of traffic, remained an evergreen topic.
Everyone thought that Zhu Wencong would dominate the futures market, but to everyone's surprise, he held back his forces and it was the small-time investors who ended up in skirmishes with one another.
Zhu Wencong had now established a teahouse, marking the second step in his foray into industry as he officially entered the real estate business.
Brand shook hands firmly with Zhu Wencong, his hanging heart finally settling down; Zhu Wencong had not chosen to stir up trouble in the financial market after all.
