Zhao Dafu, despite looking like a pig, was exceptionally sharp-minded; otherwise, he couldn’t have started from scratch and built up this family business.

He had long set his sights on the land of Xinglin Clinic. If he could develop it into a shopping mall, riches would certainly flow. Even if the land price reached two billion, he could fill his coffers.

Because of this, he had already come here several times, but each time, Lu Qingzhi decisively refused him.

Lu ...