"Give us a chance?" Yang Zicheng's eyes bulged in disbelief.
"To work ourselves to death for you?" Iron Cannon's eyes grew even wider.
The two exchanged glances, and suddenly both burst into laughter, which caused Zhou Hang's expression to change, displaying some displeasure.
"What's so funny!"
He had spoken so seriously, yet they had the audacity to laugh?
Zhou Hang's face turned sour as he gave a huff and said to Yang Zicheng, "If you're not the one in charge here, then call someone who is. Opportunities like this don't come often, miss it and it's gone forever."
In Zhou Hang's eyes, this was an excellent opportunity for Yang Zicheng that should have been grasped without a second thought, something that someone else would have been overjoyed to have.
To have a big family from the Capital City as their backer, an opportunity to become a leading figure in their own right—who could refuse such a chance?
