Facing this man's fury, Zhu Hong just narrowed her eyes and smiled: "President Wang, I told you before that Zhou Yuwen is not an ordinary college student, but you wouldn't believe me. Now do you believe it?"
Wang Qingfu, who was in his forties and wore gold-rimmed glasses, was the head of a certain corporation in Jinling. Due to his age, his thinking was somewhat antiquated. He used to be quite a figure in his early years, having made a good deal of money, and he even held a small share in the corporation.
He adjusted his glasses and said, "These college students just don't know how high the sky is or how deep the earth is. They get lucky, make a bit of noise, and then they forget themselves, completely ignorant of capital."
After saying this, Wang Qingfu finally sat back down. He asked Zhu Hong, if we bypass these two young men, how much money would it take to occupy their market?
