Wang Zhaofu glanced at Ju Qingmeng beside him and sighed, "Manager Ju, you certainly found a good partner."
There was something he didn't want to admit.
It was that Ren Zhong never changed; it was he himself who changed.
As Ren Zhong rose faster and fiercer.
Wang Zhaofu watched closely and understood deeply.
Although he had been following Ren Zhong for a long time, Wang Zhaofu, an experienced businessman, gradually couldn't help but feel inferior.
The profound lessons of the past told him that living as a lower class citizen dependent on a higher class citizen was essentially the same as the ancient proverb about a minister living like a tiger.
He quietly acquired a sense of inferiority and gradually stopped being able to casually banter with Ren Zhong as in the past, let alone invite Ren Zhong to be an ally.
He considered his life-and-death vendetta to be trivialities that Ren Zhong might find annoying.
