"Uncle, you really don't think highly of me!"
Wang Tiandao let out a snort.
"Li Feng, a layman is truly out of his depth in another's profession. I must admit you are indeed very brilliant when it comes to handling matters at Century Group. Playing some people like a fiddle, causing Century Group to delist, break up, and repackage—what you did was astonishing."
"I also concede that you, as Huacheng's financier, do indeed have a zest for life, but having money doesn't represent status, and it doesn't represent power—understand?"
Wang Tiandao simply couldn't stand Li Feng, likely a sentiment shared by fathers all around the world, especially when faced with a pig yearning to dig into one's own cabbage patch.
Li Feng listened to Wang Tiandao's lecture, and when Wang Tiandao finished, he lifted his head to look at him.
"I will come out on top at this National Martial Arts Tournament. As for what you've said about money not representing power and status—"
