Ye Xingbei takes a breath: "That's a lot."
Gu Junzhu, holding the little one's soft hand, said nonchalantly: "Poverty forces one to fend for oneself, wealth allows one to aid the world. As long as I can, I want to help as many people as I can, but the prerequisite to helping others is that I must be financially secure myself!
I have to manage and plan well, to make my company more and more profitable, so that I can help more people. If I just act like a foolhardy do-gooder, a prodigal son, even a mountain of gold in my house will get hollowed out by me sooner or later."
"Mmm, you're absolutely right!" For the first time in their long acquaintance, Ye Xingbei sincerely agreed with Gu Junzhu's statement, without trying to argue.
The image of Gu Junzhu that had just collapsed in her heart, was even bigger than before it had collapsed.