Because of the appearance of a treasure, racer number 19, Mr. Tan not only lost, but he lost big time.
He Jingchuan for a moment didn't care about his own loss of 5 million, seeing this Mr. Tan deflate brought him today's happiness.
"Today, Jiang seems to have hit the jackpot by sheer luck," Mr. Tan managed a forced smile, "I truly hope you can do well in completing this project, after all, it's your last one, and soon you might need to cling to your job as a people's teacher."
"Thank you for your concern, Tan," Jiang Beiyu tapped his forefinger lightly on his knee, "but I still have some shares in the Jiang corporation, and being a teacher comes with at least three months of holidays a year, so it will be rather nice having that money to spend in the future."
Mr. Tan was successfully infuriated and left, clearly having lost his gentlemanly composure from the beginning, not even taking the arm of the lady who had been fawning over him just moments before.
