Shi Yong and Qin Feng had just finished three bottles of Xifeng Liquor, their heads already spinning so much they could barely lift them.
Drunk, he shook his head and said, "Li Feng, later let Qiangzi drive and send Miss Lan away! If you really like her, when we get back from Hong Kong, big brother will help you two get married!"
Qin Feng frowned in surprise, trying to persuade him, "Big brother, why does it sound like you're leaving last words? We're just doing a business deal. Worst case, we ditch the goods and save ourselves—do we really need to risk our lives?"
Shi Yong gave a bitter laugh, "Ditching the goods and saving ourselves? It's not that simple. We've got four deals—if even one works out, I'll thank the heavens. But if we lose everything, we're broke. If the government troops don't crush us, we'll fall apart on our own! You don't run the house, so you don't know what things cost!"
