Jiangling Television Station.
Wang Yu sat before a computer, puffing on a cigar and wearing sunglasses, a cold smirk playing on his lips. Just a moment ago, he had spread negative news about Coiling Dragon Bay, and now the internet was in an uproar. Even people who had been interested in buying a home there were now openly celebrating their narrow escape.
"Coiling Dragon Bay?" Wang Yu sneered. "I'd like to see how you sell a single house now!"
So far, not even ten houses had been sold at Coiling Dragon Bay, and he had more tricks up his sleeve.
"Are you there yet?" Wang Yu said into his phone. "Remember, no matter who tries to stop you, just barge in and start snapping photos. I want every dirty secret of Coiling Dragon Bay exposed!" After hanging up, his smile grew even more triumphant.
