Old A nodded, took a few more steps, his eyes still anxious: "Third Young Master, let's be frank here. As of now, you and I are in the same boat... Do you really think Old Zhang can win?"
Wan Donglin laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "Everyone has to place a bet in life; it all comes down to how many chips you have. You've got more chips than I do, so what are you afraid of?"
The secret meeting was held on a little-known island.
There was only one hotel on the island, surrounded by mountains on three sides, stunningly beautiful, with spring-like weather all year round. In such a cold winter, you could feel the warmth of spring as soon as you got off the plane.
But everyone had no time to enjoy the scenery; the doors of the conference room were tightly closed.
Sure enough, Huang Xiaojue saw Wan Donglin at first glance.
