Zhou Yuwen said: "I've quit for a long time."

"Oh, squad leader, I haven't seen one for so many years." Zhao Yang politely handed Zhou Yuwen the cigarette.

Zhou Yuwen shook his head: "It's been many years."

Wang Zijie smiled and smoked, "You haven't changed at all."

Zhou Yuwen also smiled. It’s not that he didn’t give Wang Zijie and the others face, but he hasn’t been smoking for a long time. Zhou Yuwen picked up the wine glass and toasted Wang Zijie with a glass of wine.

Wang Zijie took the square cup in one hand and took two more puffs of cigarettes. Wang Zijie asked Zhou Yuwen: "Is it true that Lao Zhou's net worth is 10 billion?"

"It's fake to tell the truth. I still owe hundreds of millions of yuan to the bank. The total investment of Qingmu Building in Yuhua Living Room is 5.2 billion yuan, and it's really not that much money." Zhou Yuwen also told the truth.

"You built the Aoki Building?!" Zhao Yang was stunned.

Zhou Yuwen was curious: "What? You don't know?"

"I didn't think about it there! I'm in the 12th game now! In this project." Zhao Yang replied.

Zhou Yuwen smiled and said, "Then Mr. Zhao will take care of him more in the future."

"Don't, big guy, you're covering me."

Zhou Yuwen didn't care. He said, "It doesn't matter if you want to change jobs."

Wang Zijie didn't know what to say at this time. The confidence he had finally found was beaten by Zhou Yuwen in just a few moments, and even Zhou Yuwen didn't say anything.

Wang Zijie was alone in the Xuanhe Sect. After drawing one, he lit another one, and there seemed to be no topic to talk to Zhou Yuwen.

"Old Zhou," Wang Zijie spoke.

"Um?"
Chapter completed!