The hypnotic drugs come from the mobile phone plane. Feng Jun watched as they took them one by one, and soon, most of them fell into a deep sleep.
He turned and walked out of the rehabilitation center, seeing a car at the entrance. The person who stabbed him during the day was leaning against the hood, trying to squeeze out a smile, "Good evening, President Feng."
"You scoundrel," Feng Jun couldn't help but laugh and shake his head, "Didn't I tell you? It's not about the money."
"I know," the person forced a smile, "It's that you can't make an exception for me publicly, to avoid others following suit."
Upon hearing this, Feng Jun chuckled, "You have quite strong analytical skills, are you considered a first-generation wealthy?"
Being immensely wealthy and still acting ruthlessly are basic traits of the first generation of wealth.
This person was also quite humble, laughing awkwardly, "I've never been wealthy, where would a first or second generation come from?"
