"Boss Zhu, one day apart feels like three long years; I've really missed you!"
Xu Musen called Zhu Yulan, his voice full of emotion.
"Hehe."
On the other end of the line, Zhu Yulan responded with a cold chuckle, "What is it this time? Are you going to swindle me again?"
"Boss Zhu, you wound me. Can't old friends catch up without a reason to call?"
"Do you ever call me when there's nothing in it for you? Isn't it always to trick me? You're the king of scams."
Zhu Yulan didn't mince her words, and an involuntary eye-roll came with them, but only those who really knew her understood that if Zhu Yulan truly disliked someone, she would just coldly distance herself.
"You've got me all wrong. This time I genuinely have a great opportunity for you. Would you be interested in earning an easy fifty thousand bucks?"
Xu Musen asked her, chuckling.
Fifty thousand—a year's savings for an average salaried worker.
But when Zhu Yulan heard this,
Fifty thousand?