"I don't even dare to imagine what I'll turn into next time."
Qin Huai could only comfort him, saying, "Those who can, do more work. There has to be someone to make the snacks for the tea party. You're a pastry chef, and I'm a pastry chef. If we don't do it, who will? Luo Jun is providing the fruits and the venue all by himself. If you have money, contribute money; if you have strength, contribute strength. In terms of annual salary, you're the lowest among us, even lower than Qu Jing by a few thousand dollars, and as for assets, well, let's not mention it. I've never once seen your stock app in the red. When Luo Jun dies, I'll share a bit of his inheritance with you, so you won't lose out."
Zhao Cheng'an: "Do you believe I'll make a call to Xia Mubing right now and ask him to transfer me a few hundred thousand to show you my strength?"
"Could you give me this house? I really like this house."
