Mr. Zhu went back to where he had come from. Dai Li was still thinking about that golden shopping card. To him, it was definitely a huge amount of money; it was more than his annual income. He could enjoy his life with that much money.
But he also knew he had done the right thing. It would not be right to take the card.
"Well, I never thought my father would want to buy your support, but what surprised me even more was that you rejected his money!" Haiquan Fang laughed.
"What do you mean?" asked Li.
"My father always does this. He hopes that everyone will listen to him, and in his mind, money is the best way to persuade people to work for him," Haiquan said with scorn.
"It really works, though. You know, I was considering keeping the card," Li said, giving Haiquan a slap on his shoulder. "Alright, cut the crap. Back to your training!"
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The assistant gave a pile of documents to Manager Fang. "Manager, please sign these files."
