There's a business deal. Are you bold enough to take it? If you dare, there'll be endless Silver for you. If not, pretend I never mentioned it.
Wang Hao's curiosity was piqued, but Little Fatty Zhu's half-talking, half-teasing demeanor only made him more intrigued. He asked, "What business deal?"
Little Fatty Zhu hesitated, but finally laughed, "It's nothing, really. Let's drink, let's drink."
Wang Hao's face darkened, and he said, "Old pal, are you looking down on me or what? If that's the case, I'll just pretend I misjudged you. I'm leaving!"
With that, he stood up to leave.
"Hey, hey, don't rush, don't leave!" Little Fatty Zhu hurriedly pulled him back, saying, "Look at you, I just said a couple of words and you're jumpy. You're still as hasty as last year!"
Wang Hao was known for his impatience. Hearing this, he took it as a sign of genuine friendship and sat back down.
"Just listen to this," Little Fatty Zhu said. "I have a Silver Mine in my hands."
