Xiao Qiang was rather helpless, "No, if you expose me, I'll disappear immediately."
"Alright, cheapskate, I was just joking."
Zhang Xiao'ou lovingly clung to Xiao Qiang's arm, afraid he would fly away, and said with a mischievous smile, "I think you could be an antique appraiser, buying and selling, and you would soon be a tycoon."
Xiao Qiang asked, "Is being a tycoon popular?"
"Of course!"
Zhang Xiao'ou counted on her fingers, recounting the perks, "A tycoon can eat well, drink well, play well, and afford to maintain beautiful women at will."
Xiao Qiang said, "If I ever become a tycoon, you would be the first one I would take care of."
"What!"
Zhang Xiao'ou punched Xiao Qiang, "I don't want to be taken care of, I don't even love money."
Xiao Qiang shrugged, "Well, forget about it then."