"Boss! Not good! They're fighting again!" Paladon's secretary hurried over to report.
Paladon gave the secretary a look—Zhu Wencong was here, so what the hell were you running over to report for!
The secretary's frantic eyes hinted that if the situation weren't beyond control, he wouldn't have been so rash.
Paladon locked eyes with the secretary, instantly understanding the gravity of the situation over there—it seemed someone knew Zhu Wencong had come.
Zhu Wencong frowned as he watched Farooja, thinking to himself that the waters here were truly deep, and the fight for resources was one of violence and bloodshed.
"What's the situation? Why the long face?" Zhu Wencong laughed.
"Those workers found out you came over, boss!" Paladon was in pain.
"I'm not going to meet or talk to them, so is there any connection between us?" Zhu Wencong didn't understand.
"Boss, do you not know your reputation? You are like a God on earth, having created one wealth myth after another.
