It was a very solemn question whether this Young Master that was akin to an emperor was the God of Gamblers or a prodigal.
That two estates that Ling Xiaoyi mentioned both belonged to the type that was very lucrative; it wasn't a problem to earn a pure profit of a few hundred thousand a month. But now, Hong Dali wanted to demolish them, including Elentina's pub. In total, the loss would be the monthly profit plus the construction fee, adding up to at least 40 million. This figure could even reach up to 50 million.
"God, could it be that this Young Master won too much money and has gone crazy?"
"Speak lower, aren't you afraid that he will feed you to the fishes if he hears you? However, I have really never seen someone squander like him before… This is really having too much money and not knowing where to spend it…"
"That's right. Sigh, we wouldn't understand the world of the godly people…"
