Wanhua Tower.
After everyone had left, only Chen Feihu, Zhou Yu, and others remained.
Chen Feihu looked at the transfer contract in his hands, unable to suppress the excitement in his eyes—he almost wanted to lick it.
This contract was worth over ten billion yuan.
And it had come into their possession just like that.
It was almost too dreamlike.
Chen Feihu asked excitedly,
"Mr. Zhou, what should we do next?"
Zhou Yu smiled faintly and said,
"Manage Wanhua Tower well, and besides that, mobilize all forces to help me find someone."
"Oh?"
Chen Feihu quickly asked,
"Mr. Zhou, who are you looking for?"
Zhou Yu said slowly,
"The Old Master of the Bai Family in Shanghai City."
Chen Feihu was stunned, then a troubled expression appeared on his face.
"The... the Old Master of the Bai Family in Shanghai City?"
"But, I… I don't have many people in Shanghai City…"
Zhou Yu said indifferently,
"He is now in Haizhou."
"He has just escaped there in the past few days."
