745 thirty-three taels of silver

Jiang.

Hanlong Group headquarters.

Having returned from Capital City, Luo Han stood in the majestic building that symbolized his own prominence, holding a glass of whiskey, dispelling the gloom he had faced in Capital City.

In Capital City, he had to tread carefully, but here,

he could cover the sky with one hand!

"Brother, are we really going to let this go?"

Behind Luo Han, stood a man who bore a striking resemblance to him, albeit younger. Unlike Luo Han, who was dressed in formal attire and holding a wine glass, this man's Jianghu aura was more apparent due to his attire, and his right hand hung unnaturally by his side, looking rather peculiar.

"I got back thirty percent of the shares for you."

Luo Han, with his back turned, looked out the floor-to-ceiling window.

"It's not about the shares!"