Seeing that the ball had been passed to him, Ji Zhigang cursed Yu Mobai under his breath, "This little brat, he can't even show off on his own, he has to drag me down with him!"
He couldn't admit, nor could he deny, that Yu Mobai's words made sense; after all, Yu Mobai had the backing, with such a large company to back him up.
So he smiled and changed the subject, but Zhang Zhifeng was clearly annoyed and kept harping on the issue.
Yu Mobai picked at his ear. "Uncle Ji, you see, ignorance is not limited by age."
"Old Zhang, forget it. We didn't come here today to argue about this."
Ji Zhigang continued to smooth things over.
“That’s right, Dad. He hasn’t even graduated from university yet, what are you arguing with him about?”
Zhang Bukai looked completely unconcerned, still scrolling through QQ messages with his head down. "I'd be so grateful if he could earn three thousand yuan a month in the future."
"Really? Then what if I earn more than you?"
Yu Mobai raised an eyebrow and asked.
"Then I'll call you Dad."
Yu Mobai smiled with satisfaction upon hearing this answer, "Alright, so how do you plan to call me?"
"Let's talk about it after you've achieved that."
Zhang Bukai said arrogantly, "If Ji Mushu weren't here, I would have made you realize your own limitations."
"Just understand yourself."
Yu Mobai patted his shoulder with a sigh, "Don't you usually play games?"
"Hehe, who plays games when they're working?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Bukai's sense of superiority immediately arose. He curled his lip and said disdainfully, "That's a game for kids. Graduation means you're an adult, of course you need to make money. It's no wonder you'll never make money with your childish thinking."
"That's true, office workers like you don't have any time for yourselves."
Yu Mobai sighed, "Everyone else is working for others, but I'm different. I can make money by playing games every day."
Zhang Bukai assumed he was making money by "working as a laborer," and clicked his tongue, saying, "You're supposed to be a college student, but you spend all your time playing games. How could Uncle Ji possibly take someone like you as his godson?"
Zhang Zhifeng nodded smugly. His son's words were so domineering that everyone in the room fell silent.
But what's with Lao Ji's expression?
Why does it feel a little regrettable?
Sure enough, the next moment, Ji Mushu couldn't listen anymore and said in a cold tone, "I don't understand either, how could my dad have fallen for your short-sighted family!"
Upon hearing this, the small room, which was only a dozen square meters in size, fell completely silent.
They all looked at Ji Mushu, their eyes still filled with anger.
The middle-aged woman, in particular, loudly proclaimed, "It's your good fortune that my son has taken a liking to you. Do you think you're the only one for him? There's a line of girls waiting to get into my house!"
"Wooden Comb, sit down quickly!"
Ji Zhigang quickly waved for Ji Mushu to sit down, saying, "Don't talk nonsense."
What nonsense did I say?
Ji Mushu snorted coldly. She had been holding back for a long time, but these people were becoming increasingly presumptuous.
She stood up, pointed at Yu Mobai, and said, "Instead of making fun of him, why don't you go and find out what kind of person he is!"
Then he pointed at Zhang Bukai and said, "You still have the nerve to call yourself an IT guy? You don't even know Yu Mobai. What kind of lousy little company do you have?"
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