A Way to Make Money

"You can return the thousand yuan you owe me first. I won't share your profit," Chu Huan continued indifferently.

"Don't, Chu Huan, President Chu! Just trust me this once, I'm really reliable this time! What's our relationship? When there's a chance to make money, you're the first person I think of!" Luo Fei's eyes roved around as he quickly spoke.

If Chu Huan didn't believe him, things would be difficult.

"Let's hear it." Chu Huan laughed coldly. He felt that this fellow would definitely borrow money from him again in the end.

There were only those few excuses — he didn't have money for food, he would definitely return it next week, he really had an emergency, and so on.

"Sigh, Chu Huan, you really don't believe me. I owe you money. Also, you've treated me to so many meals during these few years in university. Whenever something good happens, I'll think of you," Luo Fei said emotionally.

"That's true, go on." Chu Huan nodded in agreement.