"What kind of ideas can we have? If we had any, would we be lying around doing nothing?" He Qingzhi said somewhat dejectedly. "We're all about the same, can't make big money, and think little money isn't worth it. Don't you think so, Old Cui?"
Old Cui, the young man who spoke less, seemed slightly more mature than Xiaohe. He thought for a moment and smiled wryly, "That's really true!"
Although the few people in the room were young, they weren't actually spoiled rich kids. When they thought about it carefully, they realized that his statement wasn't wrong at all.
What He Qingzhi said basically summarizes ninety-nine percent of young people, merely emphasizing the difference in amounts between big money and small money. Those with good family conditions think earning a hundred thousand or eighty thousand a year is small money and feel it's unfulfilling; they'd love to earn a few million a year, but they don't have the ability.
