Meng Ping had returned. He had spent the most time in Hong Kong and reaped the greatest rewards. Without stepping out, he wouldn't have known how much the world outside had developed; many money-making methods had completely astonished him.
Especially the control and manipulation of the capital market had intrigued him. Even though the Mainland was just starting to develop and the capital market was still non-existent, he believed that he, Meng Ping, would definitely become the godfather of the capital market.
Sheng Railway Station was swarming with people. Little fat man, leading a gang of childhood friends, held up a huge banner that almost covered half the platform.
The railway police had warned them several times.
"Comrade, you can't occupy such a large space," the railway police warned. "Put away your banner immediately. You people are taking up such a large space, how are the other comrades supposed to greet anyone?"