Time swiftly moved to the evening of the next day. Gu Tao stood on the balcony, sipping a glass of top-tier Italian red wine. Later, he found out he had been duped—this wine sold for just two euros at the supermarket, its quality akin to small bottles of cheap Chinese liquor.
But what of it? He didn't care about stuff like this, as long as it wasn't fake wine.
He simply stood on the balcony, gazing at the city glowing with countless lights. His mind emptied of distractions—completely blank, void of all thoughts, letting himself go.
Over the past two days, the business with the Mafia wasn't something that concerned him. What he truly cared about was the choice of future pathways and the issue of succession.
Although he had previously selected successors, reflecting on it now, he realized they needed a more meticulous plan for their development. Thinking deeply, the real reason these youngsters hadn't yet met the standards was simple: they had no enemies.
