C342 A Wastrel Who Burned Money

Zhang Anqi's expression was grave. "Tang Haodong, think this through—you run a tech company. Why buy such an expensive textile mill? There are far cheaper options you're ignoring."

"I've thought it through very clearly," Tang Haodong said, his face breaking into a grin.

While speaking, he discreetly produced his ID card, bank card, and the business license for Future Technology.

With a smile