บท 1140: The Nightmare Eric Brought With Him

Half an hour later, Pei Qian arrived at Ming House.

They arranged for a quiet private room in the innermost area since they had already called in advance. The waiter had already brewed a pot of good tea.

Pei Qian sat down in his seat and sized Eric up.

"Brother Eric, you look much more haggard."

"We have an old saying that good health is a prerequisite for work. Work has to be done in a balance of work and rest. You cannot tire yourself out."

What Pei Qian meant was, who would burn money with me if you were exhausted?

Eric looked up at Boss Pei.

Boss Pei's hair might be a little messy but it did not make people feel dejected at all. Instead, it gave people a relaxed feeling.

It was just like he was in front of the two armies. Everyone was dressed in armor and ready for battle. Only one military advisor was gently fanning himself, yawning, and looking like he had just woken up.