As he walked.
Sounds of greetings filled his ears.
"Hello, Boss Tang."
"Hello, Chairman."
"..."
Tang Qing smiled gently and nodded in response. He felt quite good, not because he enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded, he wasn't that bored yet.
It was relief instead.
Five years.
He had brought changes to the lives of the people around him. On the roadside, familiar faces would occasionally appear, people he had only seen in the Shanghai Stock Market park.
No way.
His memory was too good.
Just one glance.
He could recall details like how many times he had met them before, where he met them, what clothes they were wearing, what hairstyle they had, all sorts of information flowing from his memory.
Vividly.
His powerful brain could almost replay.
Everything.
As simple as drinking water, his clear-minded, rapidly operating brain felt as if it was on NZT-48 from "Limitless," it felt very good.
Even stronger.
However.
