Wang Cong naturally understood this principle as well. But interestingly enough, even though he had mentally prepared himself and was willing to risk death, when it came to money, Wang Cong hesitated a little bit.
It was as if money was more irreplaceable than life itself, defying the genetic instinct formed through billions of years of evolution, how absurd!
Feng Mu noticed Wang Cong's hesitation but didn't rush him. Instead, he asked nonchalantly, "To make the performance look good, approximately how much capital needs to be advanced? You should have a rough idea, right?"
Wang Cong had an internal account of how much money the team could gather each week. He calculated his savings and family finances over the years.
If he emptied his savings and got some from his parents, it would be barely enough to sustain the performance for one to two weeks.
Calculating like this, even before spending the money, he felt a dull ache in his breath, and his heart ached as if dripping blood.
