The elder's tone was somewhat dissatisfied.
Their time was extremely valuable, no exaggeration to say, every minute and every second equated to money, the amount they earned in one second could be more than what an ordinary person might make in a year.
Today, Yu Shilong made a big deal of summoning them here, just for such a young man.
No matter how one looked at it, the youth seemed to have no background; as for capability, that need not be mentioned—the abilities of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old, what could they be?
"Brother Yu," the elder in the Chinese tunic suit said, "Could it be that he's a relative of yours?"
Only that could explain it.
Otherwise, no one could explain Yu Shilong's actions today.
The tunic-suit-wearing elder had a high status, his subordinates were in real estate, his money piled up was absolutely higher than a mountain.
Yu Shilong's expression slightly changed, it wasn't hard for anyone to hear the mockery in the tunic-suit-wearing elder's words.
