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Rich Sng :
I’m Su Haijin.
Yeah — that one. The name they’re all suddenly pretending not to know.
Let’s cut the crap.
I paid the goddamn bill.
You think those white-shirted ministers even reached for their wallets? Hell no. I slapped the cash down before the last glass hit the table. Because in my world, a dinner ain’t a dinner — it’s a transaction.
I wasn’t feeding friends. I was feeding future favours.
Every bite, every toast, every fake-ass laugh — that was me building my bank.
Not money. Obligation. Leverage. Insurance.
I don’t ask for help.
I don’t beg for protection.
I buy silence with a $20,000 meal and a $30,000 Moutai 100-Year Anniversary Special Edition.
And those pricks swallowed every f**king drop.
Now? Now they’re squirming.
Saying they “don’t know me.”
Claiming it was nothing.
Trying to scrub the stink off like I was never at the table.
Bullshit.
They knew.
They ALL knew.
They just thought the game would never flip.
They thought I’d keep my mouth shut while they froze my billions and played saints in front of the cameras.
You don’t take my money and act holy.
You don’t toast with me and then stab me in the back.
I paid my fking dues. And now it’s your turn.**
And I’m just getting started.
Straight talk, No sugar.
Not facts. Just theory.