"What? Four billion?"
"Are you sure it's Lin Tian from Hope Street, Labor Lane, with no mistake?"
"This..."
Xu Weiqiang was stunned.
The godson he looked down upon was actually so wealthy.
He had always thought that Lin Tian only had a little money, at most no more than a million.
And that's not to be considered little.
Without relying on his family and only on himself, to be able to come up with a million yuan in his twenties was already quite admirable.
Although, in some people's mouths, a million is just that, nothing special.
But when it came to him, maybe he couldn't even come up with ten thousand yuan.
Of course, for Xu Weiqiang, a million was nothing.
If he had the guts to go for it, he could get ten million, or even twenty million.
The bosses with a net worth of tens of millions in Jinhe District were just about qualified to toast him.
No, not even qualified to offer him a toast.
