Qi Hao was amused by Lu Sang's antics.
So he waved his hand generously, tossing two million to Zhanqi Laiden for the brothers to sing a funeral song for Lu Sang.
"Do we really need to do it this way?"
Old Tian, Zhanqi Laiden, Shi Feng, and others gathered to advise the tyrant.
Lu Sang was already down on his luck; you don't need to kick him while he's down, he'll stay stuck for a while.
Why waste money like this?
The key is, it doesn't benefit you at all.
"The joy is the benefit," Qi Hao couldn't care less about this two million, next Saturday he'll receive fifty thousand shares of Penguin stock, valued over twenty million.
"You're too cold-hearted," Zhanqi Laiden sighed.
He had a small group of people who disliked Lu Yu, but they were nothing compared to Qi Hao.
Lu Yu really had rotten luck to provoke Qi Hao.
"Anyone can become cold as long as they understand jealousy. I don't care how others see me, I just don't want others to be happier than me."
