Zhu Wencong made a welcoming gesture, pointing towards the west-side door, signaling that those who didn't cooperate could leave, without any intention of forcing them to stay.
People who were originally vehement in criticism suddenly calmed down; leaving at this moment seemed unwise, as Zhu Wencong was known for his ability to create wealth myths.
The blueprint depicted was too grand, something beyond everyone's wildest dreams, simply too insane.
Zhu Wencong noticed that their bodies told a truthful story; not one person left the meeting, all were eager to follow him and become the new California capitalists.
The opportunity was now before them. They either had to burn bridges with Zhu Wencong or stay far away from this madman.
Zhu Wencong slowly leaned back in his chair, his face wearing an arrogant expression, scorning those present. Everyone was testing each other's limits.
