"It's not like I'm short on cash, do you really think I need you guys to go get part-time jobs?" Zhang Qihui curled his lip, completely unimpressed.
As a direct member of the Zhang Family and a talented disciple at that, as long as he didn't get a sudden rush of blood to the head and decide to start a business like some others, how much could he even spend?
Every year, the family gives him more money than he could ever use up—this money is there to keep him from taking any shady paths out of greed.
If he did go astray, the ones losing face would be the Zhang Family.
Zhang Qihui didn't worry about this at all, but as soon as he said it, a few of the girls exchanged glances, the light in their eyes sparkling.
A girl with straight bangs and a sweet, innocent face spoke up carefully.
"But, boss, you got in trouble this time, and you dragged in some regular people too."
