The young master speaking was the behind-the-scenes major shareholder of this clubhouse, holding not only his own shares but also a scattered portion in the hands of others.
Li Feng glanced at the young master who had spoken.
"Can you make the decision?"
"Hah, what a joke. There aren't many in Sea City who don't know Zhou Guagua—at this clubhouse, I own thirty percent of the dry shares."
"I also own ten percent of the dry shares."
"I've got fifteen percent here."
Two other men also stood up; they were local bigwigs in Sea City, usually hanging out together. Now that faces were about to be slapped, they naturally stood united.
This Li Feng really doesn't know how to appreciate kindness. Give him some face and he dares to open a dye house. If it weren't for the significant benefits of you selling out Century Group, what would you count for?
"I've got ten percent of the dry shares as well," Dong Xing also said with a light chuckle.
