Chapter 388 The Strange Illness of Cheng Ziliang’s Father

• Xiang Beiheng froze for a second. He wanted to say more but swallowed it back. Then he changed the subject and chuckled, “Francis, you know so many big shots in Ashenwald and Shucheng. Think you could introduce a few to me?”
• “I made some money overseas, but all I’ve got is cash. No connections.”
• During the meal earlier, Xiang Beiheng had already taken the chance to hand out his card. Most people accepted it out of courtesy. Real “cooperation,” though? Not happening.