The banquet continued.
"Mr. Cao."
One representative after another came up to Meng Yu, showing him various gestures of goodwill.
Everyone knew that whether it was Xiao Jun or Meng Yu standing before them, he was now poor. When he arrived at the Blood God Sect, he even needed Ouyang Zhen Xue's help to find money.
Everyone lacked spirit stones, but when it came to capital, nobody was really short of that.
"Mr. Cao, with such a large piece of land, how do you plan to manage it?"
"I have several capable people you could use."
"Many facilities need to be updated; don't worry about the finances, Mr. Cao."
Of course, those who came today weren't just investors in magical treasures. There were also many powers from various fields, including some who came just to see Xiao Jun become a laughing stock.
