"Zhou Yu, your little business is doing quite well indeed—Jinke Manor, a Bugatti sports car... Just how many more surprises are you keeping from us?"
The crowd began to hoot and holler, demanding that Zhou Yu give a proper explanation.
Jia Liang wore an expression resembling chronic constipation. If he were to tell these people that this very same Zhou Yu also owned a large private jet, their jaws would likely hit the floor.
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