Yang Fan spread his hands, his face full of helplessness.
"If this has caused any misunderstanding with the Sima Family, please help explain things for me, Brother Sima."
"After all, when managing a company this big, you can't do everything on hot-blooded passion and a so-called sense of justice alone."
"When you're actually doing business, you still have to consider the profits."
After hearing all this, Sima Tianci opened his mouth.
Several full seconds passed, yet he couldn't get a single word out.
In the end, he could only slowly give Yang Fan a thumbs-up.
"You're fucking impressive. I surrender."
Sima Tianci seemed unwilling to stay any longer.
He sat straight up from the Massage Chair.
"Brother Yang, to tell you the truth."
"Sima Zhao and I are competitors to begin with."
"Just treat this as me talking to myself. Forget it once you've heard it."
Yang Fan's gaze shifted slightly.
But Sima Tianci continued:
"He can't possibly hold out for another month."
"The family subsidies will end in five days. After that, they'll have to shoulder the remaining war expenses themselves."
"At the current intensity of the fighting, the gods backed by the Sima Family will last ten days at most."
"Once that happens, this war naturally won't be able to continue."
At this point, Sima Tianci smiled faintly.
"By the way, my younger brother Sima Pang will be coming to serve at the Frontline soon."
"Let's get together when he arrives."
"Of course." Yang Fan nodded in agreement.
He stepped out of the Lu Family Villa.
A cool breeze blew into his face, and Sima Tianci couldn't help shivering.
He glanced back at the villa behind him and couldn't resist grumbling:
"Just what you'd expect from a man who can live off two women at once."