Profit is the only goal.
For competitions that evidently bear no fame or fortune, sending someone to claim a prize is not something worth boasting about; failing to secure a prize, on the other hand, could easily draw criticism from players.
However, the assistant didn't dare to oppose Jia Xi's decision, at most just pondering it in his mind.
Overtly, he nodded and responded, "Alright, I'll make the arrangements right away."
"Fine, I'm a bit tired. You can go now," Jia Xi waved his hand, dismissing the assistant, then sank deeply into the soft lounge chair. As the rocking chair swayed gently, he gazed at the verdant lake in the distance from the villa and muttered to himself.
"I must admit I'm quite envious of you. Compared to the useless members of my own family, your grandson seems more dazzling than I imagined, Ke."
The older one gets, the more prone they are to nostalgia.
Whether it's friends who have passed away, or enemies, they all resonate with memories of the past.
