"Don't be so stingy."
There was no response from above, but Si Xue seemed to have received a reply.
"If the Writer Association really goes under, what good would it do you? Even if that person manages to hold things together again, you'll get ripped apart by others in the meantime."
She said confidently.
"Think long-term. Every landmark, every department, may be cooking in their own pots, but isn't the rice cooked in this Metropolis kitchen?"
"If you don't help others fix their pots today, they'll come and steal your rice tomorrow. The way you're ticking people off with all these deliveries, if something really happens, you'll be the first to get your pot broken."
"Even the sewer can figure out this cost-free favor that earns you goodwill. Surely, you can't be dumber than the sewer?"
Si Xue continued.
"Crack!"
Liu Zheng hadn't reacted yet when the chaise longue turned to dust, and he fell into the lake.
