Ming wasn't lying.
Every day, he would get over 20,000 gold coins for doing nothing.
If he went out and took a spin, wouldn't the value of the items he acquired be several hundred thousand each time?
So, anything less than that number really wouldn't move him. Of course, if the project was good, that would be another story.
He looked at the two silent figures and said while walking, "Honestly, I'm a down-to-earth person. You should feel that. Let's talk about the business you want to do with me. If it's feasible, I might consider it, like doing some long-term risk investment or something."
"..."
Sam and Gandis were stunned at the same time. They felt that the man in front of them sounded very professional.
They wondered if this young man had been involved in finance before the apocalypse.
"..."
