"What does that mean?" Wang Ling asked.
Zhang Menglong's composure once again exceeded Wang Ling's expectations. What kind of person could stay so calm in the face of financial attacks from 89 countries? Had he resigned himself to his fate, or did he have a card up his sleeve?
He believed that Zhang Menglong could take on one country by himself; over this past year, he had proved countless times that he indeed had that capability. But damn it, taking on 89 countries at once? Was he even human?
"It's only 89 countries. Even if all of the countries joined forces, I wouldn't be afraid," Zhang Menglong said confidently.
"What else do you know about this?"
"You know, last time our family's old house was dug up and now the whole world knows our family is incredible. So they went back and did some digging."
"Digging what?"
