There was a buzzing noise in my ears, like a hundred flies flying. Xu Jingzhou opened his eyes suddenly. His vision quickly went from blurry to clear. What caught the eye was a yellowed calendar with the words "2008 Beijing Olympics" printed on it. The air smelled of tar from low-quality cigarettes and that familiar, nauseating smell of old musty. This is... An old house? Before he could react, a high-pitched, sharp, and extremely greedy voice penetrated his ears. "Second brother, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! The king of Xinyuan Financial Management is my close friend. According to inside information, the annualized rate of return is 30%! Your 600,000 demolition money will get moldy if you put it in the bank. Why not take it out and let me make you rich!" Xu Jingzhou's heart suddenly contracted. He turned his head
