Seeing Lin Yi and Bi Songjiang leave, the yellow-haired guy and his companion looked at each other.
"Mao Bro, what should we do about this? If the place has been acquired, can we still get the profits in the future?"
"This isn't something you should worry about. Go up and tell Dong Bro," the yellow-haired guy said.
"I reckon this kid is just a rich second generation. He just looks awesome. Brother Dong will definitely be able to handle it."
"Alright."
After speaking about this, the two of them went upstairs together.
On the third floor was an office. One could hear the sound of Mahjong inside from afar.
"Donglai, your mahjong skills are getting better and better." The person who spoke was a bald man with a handlebar mustache. He chuckled and said, "I've only played for over an hour and you've already won over 10,000 from me. I Can't play Mahjong with you anymore in the future."
