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After reeling off seven or eight dozen sketchy projects like an expert, Jiang Lu then smirked with contempt, "All these are borderline, but aren't they all better than dancing those damn b dances?"
"Young people, I urge you, those borderline dances are only performed for jerking sirs to watch. The money you squeeze out of every nook and cranny, all becomes their capital, so they can play even more thrilling games with the real rich guys."
"It's not that you..." Wang Gang started daydreaming while listening to Jiang Lu's litany, but this sentence made him flush red with embarrassment, piercing his defenses.
"I... I'm a rich guy too!"
"I know you're a rich guy, but clearly being a rich guy and not getting involved in tough gigs, isn't that even more of a failure?"
The man surnamed Xue pondered, "Crude but true. Compared to that, this place does seem like a rip-off, and also... unprofessional."
"Right?"
Jiang Lu shrugged indifferently,
