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"You're still claiming you're not a big landlord? That's a bit too humble!" Su Yanqiao pouted.

Zhu Wencong sat on the sofa, always keeping a low profile for fear that fame might bring trouble as surely as heft brings peril to a pig.

All the farms he acquired had a white legal person in place, to reduce the hatred from white people.

"Brother! Can I stop you from starting that plan? Can't we just make steady progress?"

"Look! You've already got the support of all parties at the state capital; what you need most now is ample time to develop."

"Grandpa Lawrent is absolutely right, lie low for three to five years, and no one will be able to bring you down."

"There's absolutely no need for you to be in such a hurry, capturing California's agriculture market in one year and marching to the East Coast the next," Su Yanqiao clutched Zhu Wencong's arm.