"Lu, what's the rush?"
Meng Changkun smiled, making Gongfu tea.
With a cigar just lit in the ashtray, he fanned the smoke with his hand, enjoying the aroma of the cigar, looking utterly at ease.
The next second, upon hearing Lu Liang's words, he spat out the tea he had just sipped, muttering to himself, "Damn, that water's a bit hot."
Meng Changkun felt a bit dizzy. In just over a month, he had made over a hundred million and could possibly cause others to lose billions.
"Lu, you really are a dark horse, impressing everyone once you finally reveal yourself," he exclaimed in amazement.
Meng Changkun was very serious upon understanding Lu Liang's concerns, "Business is business, we are in a rule-of-law society now. We use our brains, not violence."
If people sought revenge over financial losses, society would become chaotic. After all, even the wealthiest are flesh and blood.