Finally, there were several grinning emoji.
Bai Mo twitched his mouth.
He was the host, but let others pay the bill?
This feeling was too strange and didn't align with his principles.
[No need, how much is it? I'll transfer it to you.]
Yet, he saw Master Chong immediately replied.
[Why is it unnecessary?]
[You can't be too stingy when hosting.]
[Besides, do you know how much agency fees we earned from the Brain Protection Nasal Inhaler project? It's a big amount, you couldn't spend it all in several lifetimes, just so many zeros and commas in the bank account!]
[What's the point of keeping so much money, it should be spent!]
Bai Mo stared at his phone, expression rigid.
What's this supposed to be?
Is he... collaborating with a businessman?
Master Chong continued to send messages.
[Expert Bai Mo, there's an issue with your understanding of money.]
[What is money?]
[Why do we earn money?]
[For enjoyment? For luxury?]
