Chapter 184 Worth It

At night, at the Hilton Hotel in Manhattan.

Wang Jian watched the guests coming and going, feeling slightly out of place.

In this banquet hall, only a minority were people of color.

Furthermore, there were more Asians than African.

"Wang," Tom patted Wang Jian's shoulder and pointed in another direction of the hall, "PayPal's Elon Musk."

Wang Jian looked up, puzzled, "Based on what I know about him, shouldn't his political inclination be with the Democrat Party?"

Just then, Musk also looked up and around.

Seeing Wang Jian, he paused for a moment.

Then, he squeezed out a somewhat unnatural smile.

Wang Jian calmly raised his glass, signaling to Musk from afar.

"And you don't mind his actions?" Tom's voice was a bit cold, "If it weren't for wangwen.com, he'd still be looking for small banks everywhere."

"Mind?" Wang Jian turned his head and glanced at Tom.

"Essentially, we and Wall Street are both splitting his profits."

"Elon Musk is just resisting a bit, that's all."