"Mr. Zhang, why have you brought us to the psychiatric hospital? Are you planning to turn all those people into lunatics before admitting them here?"
"I really don't have that kind of idle pain. If they went mad, I would have to support them here for the rest of my life. What a loss for me!"
"So you want to..."
"Hehehe," Zhang Menglong grinned mischievously, "These patients are always cooped up in this place. It's not good for their health. They need to get out and breathe some fresh air, right? I plan to organize a team-building event for them at Sheryl Springs. What do you think?"
"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" Wang Ling couldn't help but give a thumbs up.
Don't these people look down on them? Aren't they biased towards the natives of Europe? Well, let the natives patronize their own shops this time; there wouldn't be any reason not to, right?
