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"Don't view issues with the mindset of the poor. No matter what I need, a single phone call at any time, whether it's early or late, will swiftly bring someone to deliver it."
Qiao Chutian spoke with a hint of mockery.
"Money talks!"
Mai Xiaomai rolled her eyes at him, "It's just a bit more stinky money than others have, but you still have such an arrogant look on your face. No wonder everyone hates the rich so much—it's because you have a face that's just begging to be punched."
"That so-called hatred of the rich is just the psychological imbalance of the incompetent. If they had the ability, they would earn money on their own merits."
"Tsk, you talk as if you're so capable. You just got lucky with the womb lottery. If I threw you onto the street, made you start from scratch like everyone else, with a whole bunch of family responsibilities on your back, let's see how badass you'd be, how much you'd hate the wealthy then."
"Being born well is also a kind of skill."
