"Screw that, who needs your ten million? My master is filthy rich, and I manage all of my master's money, which basically means it's my money. Do you have any idea how much that is? It's enough to fill the entire planet. And you think you can get me to work for you with a measly ten million? You must think I'm a beggar."
Little King Kong wanted to throw the pen in frustration, but remembering it was his master who had sent him, he could only continue reviewing documents with the pen in his grip.
This was something he absolutely had to report back to his master; he had to let his master know that Qiao Si, that exquisitely cheap good-for-nothing, was trying to poach him. His master would never allow his belongings to be coveted by others. His master would surely be angry and then mercilessly discard that floozy.
"How long have you been with your master?"
