Under Lawrent's leadership, Zhu Wencong arrived at a private estate where the city's capitalists were gathered.
Some were factory owners, some were bankers, and there were even farm owners; they were probably in the midst of a transformation.
Everyone seriously sized up the extremely young Zhu Wencong, who had recently become a prominent figure, causing chaos in the market.
Zhu Wencong recognized some familiar faces; when he had been a doorman at high-society gatherings, they had nodded at him.
Su Yanqiao was nervously clutching Zhu Wencong's hand, unaware that they had gradually become the main characters.
The gazes of the White people around them were no longer contemptuous or rude but rather admiring and affectionate.
"I hear you're planning to short sell?" Banker Monroe asked straightforwardly.
"Yes! Who doesn't love a golden pit? Don't tell me you all don't like money!
