"Nominee Number 108, Hong Dali."
The lady responsible for broadcasting at the Chairman's table looked at the information in her hands and announced them indifferently. "Hong Dali, 18, just completed the coming of age ceremony. 2013 descendants ranking: none. Currently running projects as below: One nightclub, three hotels, housing estates and so on." She could no longer continue reading up till there, and the voice towards the end became softer and softer. "All kinds of pet dogs, several of them. Stray dogs, several of them. One hilltop, one lake…
After which, the woman's face turned red—probably having a hard time holding in her laughter. Thus, she decisively went to seek help from Old Elder Hong Tu. "Old Elder, what do you suggest…"
Those descendants below were already a laughing mess.
"Hahaha, he definitely deserves to be called the Number One prodigal of our family. As expected, this chap is just too good at squandering!"