"So much money, and still not certain how long to live, who to leave it to when dead?"
"Buy a set of elevator apartments, to improve your living conditions—how nice would that be!"
"Too stingy!"
Qin Zhangliang said with a chuckle, "Hehe, you don't understand, old houses nourish people!"
"Besides, stairs are also good for exercise!"
"You, with your obesity, high blood pressure, and diabetes, have no idea how long you can live!"
"Hurry up and lose weight!"
After that, the two laughed and cursed at each other, and then they left.
However, just as Li Tushan was getting ready to leave and open the door, Qin Zhangliang suddenly said:
"Could... could you give me a position?"
"It doesn't need to be a particularly high salary..."
"I just, all of a sudden leaving the hospital, don't know what to do at home..."
During his speech, Qin Zhangliang's voice carried a hint of a plea.
For some reason, Li Tushan felt a lump in his throat when he heard these words.
