"Won't that just increase the costs, given that our wages are already pretty high on Bar Street..."
"I don't lack money, as long as the bar doesn't close, losing some money doesn't matter," Su Weifeng said casually.
Chu Xiaotu stared at Su Weifeng, dumbfounded, wondering if she had found herself a rich fool or a spendthrift.
"How much money do you have to be so wasteful..." Chu Xiaotu felt discontented in her heart, thinking that Su Weifeng was too unambitious.
"I haven't calculated it yet." Su Weifeng was stumped by the question, and when Chu Xiaotu saw that Su Weifeng wasn't saying more, she suspected he was keeping secrets from her and felt slightly upset.
"If you count all those messy companies, I probably have a few hundred million," Su Weifeng thought for a moment and said. This was still his conservative estimate, as his Mercenary Group possessed quite a substantial amount of assets.
"A few hundred million RMB..." Chu Xiaotu swallowed hard before slowly speaking.
