"Mr. Mitsui, I've interacted with Gao Ping before, he's quite decent, though a bit impulsive, but that's just young people."
The banquet was nearing its end, and Lu Liang was open to all comers, eager to connect with various Neon forces. Unbeknownst to him, he had already become a core member of the upper class.
He used an institution similar to Alipay's Tianxing Fund to gather them all for his own use.
Lu Liang understood their intention well, which was simply to have him resist other foreign capital while they reaped the benefits.
But he didn't mind, because only useless people are not exploited, and besides, it's still unknown who will be the snipe, who will be the clam, and who will be the fisherman.
At this moment, Mr. Anshan arrived late, quickly bypassing Ota Ling, and came directly to Lu Liang.
With a broad smile, Anshan extended his hand, saying, "Mr. Lu Liang, I've heard your renowned name for a long time, and today I finally have the pleasure to meet you."
