This Jiang Chuan gives him a very bad feeling. He actually feels a shiver down his spine, which is a great humiliation to the always formidable Qian Daquan.
Qian Daquan immediately dialed his subordinate's number and instructed, "Check right away, find out the background of this Jiang Chuan."
Soon his subordinate reported back, and the gathered information was sent to Qian Daquan's phone.
After reading it, Qian Daquan laughed and coldly mocked, "Turns out he's just a farmer, a country bumpkin. Where does he get such courage? It's simply laughable!"
"It's just the pointless struggle of a bunch of lowly people. People like you don't deserve to live in this world. This world belongs to the powerful, like me. You poor wretches are just a group of lingering ants."
Qian Daquan leaned back on the leather sofa, holding a glass of red wine, leisurely enjoying it. In front of him, two beautiful girls were kneeling, massaging his legs.
