By late July, Magic City.
Chang Fu and Yang Qian still made it a point to visit Yang Kang every day.
They had moved into a modest two-bedroom apartment along the side of The Bund.
The home was just over ninety square meters, yet the price tag was over ten million.
When someone asks you what happiness is, the greatest joy for someone who doesn't own a home is definitely buying one.
Living in this international metropolis, having such a humble abode is undoubtedly a blissful and peaceful existence.
Zhang Cuicui had almost fully recovered, and she had prepared a few home-cooked dishes to entertain the Chang family.
"Big brother didn't come?"
"You expect him to have free time? That's not easy."
Chang Fu said, "He's with the Tengying Group's executive team in Hangzhou, discussing a collaboration with Mr. Ma."
The Mr. Ma of Hangzhou, that could only be that person.
The most famous business figure of the era, also the publicly acknowledged richest man in Huaxia.
