Capítulo 137: 137 secret talk

Zhang Zhongwen hurriedly nodded, becoming a farm owner in America, a grand landlord, was something beyond his wildest dreams!

"I will have the Chinese Business Association arrange a farm for you to manage, don't let me down," Zhu Wencong said directly.

Su Yanqiao glanced at Zhu Wencong, who didn't seem to be the impulsive type; his actions were clearly purposeful.

Seeing the envious and jealous expressions on the faces of the other Chinese, Su Yanqiao could somewhat guess Zhu Wencong's intention—he was buying people's hearts.

It didn't matter to Zhu Wencong whether Zhang Zhongwen was truly a remnant of the Ming Dynasty, nor did he care whether he was loyal to it, what Zhu Wencong needed was a valuable asset.

Anyone who joined him would be richly rewarded; this was the effect Zhu Wencong wanted.

"Isn't Wei Zanyan responsible for the farms in San Francisco?" Zhang Zhongwen asked with some curiosity.