However, Chen Shaoxiong did not agree with her idea. "President Yu, this idea is very beautiful, but it's a little whimsical."
"Oh? What do you mean?" Yu Fengsheng was somewhat curious.
"A thief is a thief. No matter how you wash yourself, you can't wash away the smell of blood. Do you dare to say that your first bucket of gold didn't carry any blood? As long as you have it, you won't be able to clear your name for the rest of your life." Chen Shaoxiong seemed to be implying something.
Yu Fengsheng's expression changed slightly, and she slowly raised the teacup to her lips. "Then I wonder how Mr. Chen's first bucket of gold came about?"
Chen Shaoxiong had a faint smile on his face as he took a sip of tea. "Doesn't President Yu already know? Why ask when you already know?"
"I don't know. That's why I asked Mr. Chen." Yu Fengsheng simply pretended to be confused.