Zhao Yang nodded and said to Qu Mingfang, "You're too polite. Securing the thousand-year-old Ginseng King for twenty million, you've taken a big loss. Why would you also offer me a hot spring day trip?"
Qu Mingfang replied with a smile, "It's you who are being too polite! If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have been able to recover that twenty million. This trip was arranged by our corporate group in advance, please don't hesitate to accept it."
From Qu Mingfang's gaze, Zhao Yang saw the same look as those people before—it was obvious that Qu Mingfang also believed that as soon as Zhao Yang left the hotel, he would certainly be robbed clean by the Green Wolf and Bald Lei!
This hot spring day trip was probably a little compensation from them.
Therefore, Zhao Yang stopped feeling embarrassed. However, he'd recently been really busy and was about to politely decline when a thought struck him. He suddenly asked, "This Yufeng Mountain hot spring... is it on the mountain?"
