"Gentlemen, we will be written into textbooks, we will become people that every banker, every merchant in the future must know!"
Sitting at the head of the table, Mr. Herbs had lost his royal prince demeanor and his graceful air; he was merely a drunken reveler.
The alcohol made his mind a bit out of control, but he didn't care if he looked ridiculous from the perspective of others, as they were even more laughable. He only wanted to indulge recklessly for a while.
With so much money made, if this couldn't allow him pleasure, then what about being written into history books or textbooks?
He clearly felt a bit dizzy, yet his spirit was unprecedentedly lively and excited, "Think about it, gentlemen, how will people in the future evaluate us?"
"Excellent bankers? Or successful bankers?"
