Shao Qing sat still, watching Chen Xu's departing figure, her expression shifting unpredictably.
From the bottom of her heart, she hoped Chen Xu had simply lost his mind, spouting nonsense in front of her. According to what she had learned before, this man was only moderately wealthy, owning a chain of noodle shops at most—a net worth of ten million. How could he possibly produce 500 million?
She had spent many years in this circle and met numerous artists who, once famous, no longer knew their own limits. Their actions, from body language to speech tone, aimed to convey one thing: their greatness.
Chen Xu, however, wasn't like that. When he spoke, his steady demeanor and revealed aura were something she had only felt from significant figures.
