"Have you lost your mind? We agreed not to touch the money in the private vault!" Su Yanqiao was very angry.
"Alas, this is a measure of last resort! Those bankers only add icing to the cake; expecting them to save lives and heal the wounded is less hopeful than praying they won't kick us when we're down.
The more successful I become, the more people want to see me fail; those white people will absolutely not allow our kind to shine brightly.
Didn't I say before? Their Bible of 'White Supremacy,' which originally revolved around competition with Chicago capital, has since included outside capital as well.
At this time, white people are unusually united, all wanting to dethrone me from the godly position that they believe is reserved for white people," Zhu Wencong said helplessly.
"Brother, have you provoked the public's wrath?" Luo Xueqing was very curious.
Zhu Wencong shook his head; he hadn't done anything outrageous, so it wasn't about inciting public anger.
