Song Gusheng also furrowed his brows tightly.
He knew well that at the level of a Saint, one would simply not care about money, that mundane object.
Moreover, with his means and strength, let alone forty or fifty million, even one or two hundred million were nothing to him.
When Song Gusheng was investigating Fang Ju, he also found leads pointing to Fang Yu.
He knew that Fang Yu was the Ye Family's son-in-law; the Ye Family owned large companies in Jiangzhou, and their Ye Corporation had an annual revenue of tens of billions. How could they possibly care about this little amount of money?
It can only be said that…
This person is overestimating himself.
Seeing the strange expressions on Fang Yu and Song Gusheng's faces, Tang Ming lounged on the sofa, propped one leg over the other, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, took a few puffs, and said: