"Ziwen, with Mr. Ren's assistance, was like Xuande meeting Zhuge: he suddenly broke through the clouds and saw the sun, and the dark willows lit up with bright flowers again,"
Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass on the eighteenth floor of Tai'an Building, Chen Ziwen held a telescope and looked at the bustling scene inside the Triumphal Restaurant two kilometers away, and he couldn't help but sigh.
Yet his eyes could not help but show a hint of excitement.
"Between planning strategies and deciding victory from a thousand miles away, the ancient Strategists were nothing more than this."
Standing beside him, the middle-aged man in glasses with his hands behind his back, smiled wryly upon hearing this, "I dare not compare myself to Mr. Wolong; it was merely exploiting an informational advantage...
