"Yeah," Hank Clegg couldn't help but touch his chin, "seems like I really haven't laughed like that before... Should have recorded it just now."
"Exactly!" Victoria clapped her hands, "should have recorded it and then sold it on the Black Market. Someone would definitely pay a high price."
Hank Clegg placed his hand on Victoria's shoulder, "I'm not a big star like Shawn Clegg, who'd pay a high price for my merchandise?"
"There are people," Victoria said seriously, "your competitors, to understand you, they would definitely be willing to pay a lot. And since this comes from me, the authenticity is reliable. What do you say, Hank Clegg, shall we do this business?"
In Hank Clegg's eyes, the light of contempt almost pierced through Victoria, "Have you gotten too used to being poor? I mean, Victoria Talkington, you haven't been poor since you've been with me, right? Can we not link our pure love with money?"
