Seeing Boss Ma putting on his shoes while grinning, Shen Qiang sighed and said, "Brother Ma, you're really not taking yourself seriously. This isn't a minor illness; it needs treatment. The kids are still young, and you..."
"Enough, enough." Once Boss Ma finished putting on his shoes, he laughed and said, "Oh, you, stop with the nonsense. If I could choose a way to die, I'd pick dying on a pretty girl's belly. What about the kids being young? And all that stuff, sons and daughters will find their own fortune; who wants to be a horse or ox for them?"
"I gave each of them a house and ten million each. If they're capable, they'll do well and get to the top; if not, even if I left them billions, they'd squander it all in a few years and end up penniless."
"Brother Ma, can you be serious? Your wife is crying." Shen Qiang sighed.
