"Then how exactly are you poor?" Gu Luosheng was losing her mind...
Fu Yun thought for a long time. "We're so poor, all we have left is money."
So poor, all they had left were houses...
So poor, all they had left was money...
It sounded more like they were the clowns here.
"Then... what do you need us to do?" Gu Luosheng figured... since they were already here, they couldn't just leave, could they?
Fu Yun pointed at the things outside.
"Could you help us give away all those things outside?"
"Give them away?" Gu Luosheng blinked.
Fu Yun nodded emphatically. "Yes, give them away. Those things aren't worth anything to us, but people outside seem to really like them. They said they're medicinal herbs or something, very precious, and can be used to save lives. But they can't find us, and we don't know how to get the herbs to them. Thank goodness you came. Could you help us with that?"
Fu Yun was utterly sincere.
"You can have anything you need," Fu Yun added.
Gu Luosheng looked solemnly at the director. "I think... we're the ones who need poverty relief."
The director waved a hand. "Say no more. I'm already thinking about latching onto them."
"Do you know how much those things outside could sell for?"
"Five million?" Di Yu ventured.
"Seven million, probably," Zheng Xincheng chimed in.
Gu Luoxi remained indifferent and didn't answer. She never liked joining in such pointless discussions.
The director shook his head. "Conservatively, over ten million."
The cup in Gu Luosheng's hand suddenly felt a little too hot to hold.
Good heavens...
Their poverty relief mission had turned into relief for themselves.
Gu Luosheng lowered her gaze. "Auntie, do you think I could use a little assistance?"
Fu Yun's eyes lit