"Third brother, what on earth are you trying to do? In this freezing weather, why stand here and drink in the cold wind?"
In the corner outside the teahouse, Mo Yonglu breathed hot air onto his frozen hands, rubbed them vigorously, and complained.
Mo Yongshou, with sly eyes, watched the teahouse's main entrance, getting anxious since no one had come out yet. Seeing his useless older brother complain ignited his temper, "Hmph, if you don't want to make a fortune, then scram right now!"
Make a fortune?
As soon as Mo Yonglu heard this, his spirit was instantly lifted, and he didn't mind the disrespect, "Make what kind of fortune? Tell me about it, good brother!"
Mo Yongshou waved dismissively, "You'll know in a bit."
Seeing this, Mo Yonglu felt an itch in his heart; he always knew his brother was shrewd. Since he talked about making a fortune, there must be a catch. He couldn't help but put on a pleading face, hoping to get a share of the spoils.
