บท 63: A Lousy Joke

“Ai Hui, you’re learning embroidery from Master Han Yuqin?” Lou Lan continued joyfully, “This is great. Embroidery is a very lucrative trade.”

The remaining sand transformed into a cloud filled with the word “money.” Ai Hui’s eyes caught the sparkling light reflected by the sand clumps as the words danced around in front of him like water ripples.

“Make money!” Upon hearing these two words, all Ai Hui could see was money.

The dense, sparkling cloud of “money” fluttering around in front of him caused blood to rush to Ai Hui’s head.

“How can I make money using embroidery?” Ai Hui instinctively blurted out.

Money was one of his greatest weaknesses. At the mention of money, any determination and rationality of his would fly out the window! He never used to be this much of a money grubber, but the debt of eighty million yuan had become such a huge burden that he would now get a rush with even the slightest mention of money.