"Brother Biao, isn't this a good thing? With so much money, we can have late-night snacks every day, ow~"
Ah Xing, sitting beside him, took a bite out of a double Big Mac and chewed with a satisfied look on his face.
"Sigh! Money is the root of all troubles! Remember my financial luck? The God of Wealth is simply going against me!
The more you want to make money, the more likely it is to vanish just like my fishing rod did, sunk to the bottom of the sea!"
"Fishing rod?"
Brother Biao ignored the comment, stroking his chin. "The priority now is to figure out a way to spend this money..."
After a series of coincidences, Brother Biao had become a fanatic believer in Master Meng's bizarre finance theory that goes, "If you ignore finance, finance will come to manage you."
His devotion was comparable to those officials and bosses who were ardent believers in geomancy.
