Leng Shan's gaze swept across the jade-like fingers, as if something flashed through his mind but vanished before he could grasp it.
The young man lowered his eyes to sip his tea, every movement exuding elegance ingrained deep within his bones.
"It doesn't matter. A thousand-year-old purple Ganoderma is a rare encounter. If there's one thing I don't lack, it's money—I can't spend it all."
If anyone else had said this, it would certainly infuriate listeners, but coming from this young man, one couldn't refute it.
Given his wealth, throwing away a few tens of billions would be effortless.
"But if there's a win-win solution, why not go for it?"
The young man pushed a cup of tea toward Leng Shan. "Old Sir Leng has said so much—have some tea to soothe your throat."
It was clear he had little interest in the so-called win-win approach he mentioned.
