hing to eat, you seem a little low on blood sugar." Rong Zhaonan suddenly handed over a skewer of freshly grilled meat.He was wearing a white, thin worker's vest on top, his long legs wrapped in loose...asn't being particularly distant with Gu Yanzhong, he just thought that suddenly giving him a private jet was a bit extravagant.And this isn't your ordinary, tens or hundreds of millions of dollars pr...