Lin Baici countered.
"Definitely!"
If he were in his fifties, Lu Changming would have given up on starting a new business.
"From 37 to 55, nearly 20 years of time still lie ahead, so Brother Ming, what you should care about now isn't how much this house sells for, but about quickly gathering funds to keep your company afloat!"
Lin Baici turned his head and looked at Lu Changming: "Does the difference of five million really make you so calculative?"
"Even just a month ago, to you, that probably equates to the money for two or three luxury cars, or the renovation cost for a bathroom."
Lu Changming fell silent.
Because he felt Lin Baici was right. Why fuss over these five million?
"I heard some famous wines cost over a million per bottle, Brother Ming, you must have tried them? Although I just saw your wine rack is empty, I think, at your most lavish times, it must have been filled with red wines, right? The total worth probably no less than ten million?"
