"Mr. Zhang, having money is one thing, but you can't think I'm a fool just because I have money, right?"
From the other end of the phone, Qian Jiahao retorted with a bit of irritation.
Zhang Xiaowei was stunned by these words.
"I didn't say you're a fool; you made yourself seem foolish. If you're not foolish, why would you willingly let yourself be deceived?"
Qian Jiahao let out a cold laugh, snorting dismissively, "Mr. Zhang, what era do you think we're living in? This is an age of information explosion."
Zhang Xiaowei agreed with this point.
After all, he relied on information to conduct sales.
However, he still couldn't understand what Qian Jiahao meant.
It was because Qian Jiahao's words were too vague.
But then, Qian Jiahao's next words made Zhang Xiaowei understand what was going on.
"Think about it, a rich heir investing in the Datang Film and Television Village, and then getting swindled out of billions by foreign tricksters!"
