"Why bother with so much? Just remember our goal, and although life is comfortable now, ambition may not let you rest easy. There's still a long way to go. Besides, that guy behind you, his ambition, I'm afraid you can't even compare to his." Standing aside, a young man dressed in a suit sipped his red wine and said indifferently.
"Yeah, that's true, why bother with so much? My own path ahead is probably harder than any of yours," Xiang Hua sighed helplessly and drank down his wine in one gulp.
The heavy music now created a main event inside the Money Exchange Hotel, and after a round of foreign alcohol, everyone started jumping around. Of course, some people took the opportunity to trade some harmful substances.
"What's the situation inside?" Zhu Ziming leaned against the car, lighting a cigarette, and looked at the young man next to him who was dressed haphazardly, and asked indifferently.
