Pei Qian was a clever man. Otherwise, Mr. Sima wouldn't have chosen him. After hearing Wang Yue's words, he immediately looked taken aback.
"Brother, you're not saying we should just focus on making money from now on and wait for Mr. Sima's sons to come along and squander it, are you?"
Wang Yue lounged comfortably in his office chair, propping his legs up on the desk. He replied calmly,
"Rich people have plenty of ways to extend their lives, but there's a limit to how long they can keep it up. Eventually, they'll lose contact with the world. Mr. Sima is already quite old, after all. I think something like that is bound to happen.
"Once Mr. Sima dies, do you think his sons will go straight after the fattest pieces on the board—people like us?"
Pei Qian understood what Wang Yue meant and said excitedly, "Brother Wang, you mean we should make one last big bet together before we settle down?
"I think that could work. We're not short on money now, and I'm getting a headache from always trying to lose money. I feel terrible for my employees.
"If that's the case, we can just focus on making money afterward. We'll make one last big score, then leave at the perfect time!"
Seeing that Pei Qian had understood his plan, Wang Yue smiled and said,
"But then again, haven't you noticed that the projects we want to lose money on always end up making money? So we still have to keep looking into money-losing projects!
"Mr. Sima is trying to take advantage of that contrast to find ways to make money. Of course, we should take advantage of it ourselves, too!
"We don't get many chances to practice with that much money!"
Pei Qian quickly nodded. "I understand,