The value soared by half, an increase of a hundred million, Hu Busan's machine-gun-like mouth immediately stopped.
His small eyes glanced over at Xu Fan, seeking approval whether he needed to add details about the bar closing and his wife running away.
"..."
Xu Fan curled his lips, and said, "Remember this, Hu Busan."
"Hehe, alright."
After a while, when the storm had passed and the relationships had been smoothed over, the bar could recommence operations, earning an extra three hundred million effortlessly. Hu Busan's eyes crinkled into slits with a sly smile.
The previous frustration of having the bar shut down now felt like a paid long vacation to everyone.
With just a few words from Xu Fan, his own pocket had directly lost five hundred million, enough even for Bancheng to feel the weight.
Ke Bancheng took several deep breaths, comforting himself multiple times that material wealth was external, before he felt slightly better.
