"Should I say it's no wonder you were once a major capitalist, a financial tycoon?"
The black Flying Bird praised, "Aside from making a fortune by using the title of a Prince to sell tickets, the wages you paid out were all other people's money, and you even sold favors... To be so outrageously cunning, even I, as Raven, must admit I'm no match for you."
"No way around it, Hell is indeed in a state of economic decay, guest."
Little Cat picked up the tea that Huai Shi hadn't drunk and calmly poured it into his mouth. "It's not easy to make money in these times. If you don't seize the chance when you get it, you may suddenly go bankrupt... Then we all end up on the streets, has-beens, and perhaps with not even a fart to eat."
"Moreover, if it weren't for your strong recommendation, I wouldn't have had the guts to make this decision."
"I'm just a facilitator, that's all."
