"Mr. Zhang, how long do you think it'll be before Mr. Luo comes calling for help?"
At Hang City Xixi Resort Hotel, nestled deep in the wetlands, Lu Liang's lips curled into a smile as he and Zhang Yong enjoyed their tea and incense, speaking freely and laughing heartily.
That day, the various predicaments faced by Old Luo and Hammer was largely the result of their own orchestration.
Golden Sand River and Byte were orchestrated by Lu Liang, while Redwood, Suning, and Tianfu Municipal were handled by Zhang Yong.
Old Luo should feel honored, Tianxing's money, Ali's power, both companies taking turns attending to him.
Such fortune was not something everyone could come upon.
With an air of calm, Zhang Yong replied with a light smile, "Mr. Lu, in less than a week, the dust will settle."
They had prepared Hammer's asset distribution together, Tianxing would take over the system patents, and the rest would belong to Ali.
