Zuo Xiaoduo's eyes filled with tears.
How much money had I thrown away, damn it...
Fang Yinuo said there was nothing he could do about it.
"Young master, just the premises, machinery, labor, approval documents, distribution channels... we couldn't possibly handle all that hassle!"
After hearing Zuo Xiaoduo's reason for starting a new company, Fang Yinuo wanted to cry.
You only saw the thief eating meat, not the thief taking a beating.
How could it possibly be that easy?
He really was a country bumpkin from a remote little speck of a town, with absolutely no experience of the world!
Zuo Xiaoduo was sorely disappointed, so he gave Fang Yinuo a scolding. "What use are you!"
Fang Yinuo felt utterly wronged.
At heart, I'm just a man of the Witch Alliance who never knows whether he'll live to see tomorrow. Strictly speaking, I'm still a spy.
Besides, I'm just a martial artist. Apart from killing people, I'm really no good at anything else!
Those two lingerie shops and that café were just a gimmick to cover my identity. They lose money every month, you know?!
If I weren't out doing business that required no capital every day, I would've run out of money and gone bankrupt long ago, all right...
And you actually want me to become a business tycoon...
Zuo Xiaoduo returned disappointed, then went out for his trials, utterly dejected.
Oh, one thing worth mentioning was that Zuo Xiaoduo's Fortune Points had shot up from twenty-four to eighty-eight in just this past half month!
That rate of growth was already shocking.
He truly had never been so wealthy.
Moreover, Zuo Xiaoduo's own cultivation had also charged ahead triumphantly, soaring straight to the middle stage of the Embryonic Breath Realm. He was about to enter the late stage.
Yet