Derlin directly pulled Zhu Wencong into his own study, eager to ask what he meant.
On his own turf, luring his people away was something only Zhu Wencong could do.
Zhu Wencong leaned casually on the sofa and took a leisurely sip of the coffee a servant had brought over.
"With the financial resources of Jiuding Capital, there's absolutely no need to win them over, and their financial resources are hardly worth mentioning!"
"If Jiuding Capital is short on funds, I can help you connect with some Western capital.
You're making it very difficult for me to work locally—will they all bypass me and go straight to you in the future?
I'm a shareholder of Jiuding Capital, a representative of Los Angeles capital. Have you already lost trust in me?" Derlin questioned.
"Shouldn't I be the one saying that to you?" Zhu Wencong countered.
Derlin was so angry he wanted to smash something. Now that Zhu Wencong could no longer bring high returns, he had to venture out in search of his own game.
