Chapter 0045: Hanging the Pot to Help the World

Zhou Fusheng was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, his fortune, although not even coming close to a fraction of Jiang Helun's, was still considerable, and he certainly wouldn't be concerned about such a small sum of money.

"It would be my honor if little brother could visit my home. I, Zhou Fusheng, would be delighted, let alone consider taking your money."

"Not taking the money?"

Ye Wudao's eyes lit up as he said cheerfully, "That's great, that's just great. Since that's the case, I shall impose on the elder for the night."

Zhou Fusheng immediately ordered his driver to bring the car around and took Ye Wudao back to his home, which turned out to be a form of traditional courtyard house. Although it seemed the building had seen many years, in this age where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold, the fact that Zhou Fusheng owned such a large courtyard made him the envy of many people.