Boss Jin inwardly cursed, 'Useless trash.' But his smile was warm and friendly. "I can't agree with that. Everyone knows you two are some of the wealthiest members of our Lower City District Chamber of Commerce, aren't you?"
Mr. Sun scoffed under his breath. He and General Manager Chen only ran a few restaurants and eateries, where the profit margin was 60% at best. How could they compare to Boss Jin, whose businesses were all clubs and flesh houses? His profit margins were a good 90%.
'Isn't the only reason he's the president of the Commerce Association because he's loaded?'
'How dare he say *we're* the ones with deep pockets.'
General Manager Chen sighed. "Even if we have money, we can't just burn through it like this. The sandstorm season is about to start, and ingredient prices are rising. Mr. Jin, how about you help us out with some funds?"
General Manager Chen was very direct, asking for money right away.
