"Bro, heard you're gonna livestream tonight?" Zhang Menglong suddenly received a call from Wang Ling.
"Bro? I'm freakin' 22, and you're over 30. Could you not gross me out?" Zhang Menglong showed an expression full of disdain.
"Hahaha, I'll sneak in through the back door, sneak in through the back door. Didn't you say you were going to draw 100 red packets of a million each? Draw two for me, I'll tell you my ID, hehehe." Wang Ling laughed lecherously.
"Wang the rich kid! Aren't you a super-rich second generation yourself? This is your ambition? You still care about a mere million?"
"A mere million? My god, a mere million!" Wang Ling began to spew expletives, "Don't think everyone is as filthy rich as you, Boss Zhang. Back when I was studying, my dad only gave me tens of thousands a month for expenses. A million is a huge sum, okay? I could keep a little internet celebrity happy for a year or two with that!"
