The World Economic Summit had ended amid noise like that of a vegetable market.
With their newly borrowed money, the representatives who had been anxiously fearing the worst finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although they were all now deeply in debt, at least the immediate crisis had been addressed.
As for the debts they owed, they would have to pay them off slowly. What else could they do? They were well aware, however, that unless Zhang Menglong suddenly died overnight, they would be overshadowed by the Zhang Family for the rest of their lives.
"You rascal, how was business today?" Old Zhou leisurely approached from behind Zhang Menglong, "Made a good profit, didn't you?"
"Not bad," Zhang Menglong smiled, "I lent out a little more than 22 trillion US Dollars, and with the current interest rates, earning a few trillion US Dollars a year won't be a problem!"
