"Get lost," Murong Yan said irritably. "If you're here to joke around, the door is to your right as you leave."
Yang Fan propped his chin with one hand, eyeing Murong Yan: "I was about to give you a big gift, but seeing your attitude, I've decided not to."
"A big gift?" Murong Yan didn't believe that nonsense. "What can you give when you have neither money nor taste?"
"Chengfeng Technology Company."
Murong Yan laughed: "Haven't seen you for a few days, yet your bragging has improved. Keep it up, since lying doesn't get taxed."
"If I really manage to secure Chengfeng Technology Company for you, and only spend twenty-one million, how will you thank me?"
Murong Yan retorted right away: "If you really do it, I'll chop off my head and give it to you."
"I don't need a piss pot; what would I do with your head? Ah..."
Yang Fan cried out. Murong Yan had kicked him under the table: "Looking for a beating, huh?"
