Gu Zhiqi heard Gu Mengyang's words, turned his head to glance at him, and genuinely praised, "Good boss."
Gu Mengyang "..."
Speaking of which, you might not believe it, but I did not want to be a good boss; I just wanted to be a good brother.
"Looking at your face, you can't keep wealth. How about calling you Sun Shoucai?" Gu Zhiqi asked Sun Yuyang with a hint of inquiry in his tone.
Sun Yu(shou)yang(cai): ?!!!
I refuse!
Sun Yuyang directly widened his eyes, staring at Gu Zhiqi, filled with resistance.
Not only could Sun Yuyang not accept this name, but Gu Mengyang couldn't either. He lifted his hand, made a fist, and coughed lightly by his mouth, then looked at Gu Zhiqi, "He's an entertainer. Pick something more respectable."
"How is Shoucai not respectable? Look back through history, how many local wealthy gents were named Shoucai or Fugui?" Gu Zhiqi paused for a moment, then looked at Sun Yuyang and asked, "Do you want to be called Sun Fugui?"
