"This factory is mine now!"
Standing at the window, cigar in hand, Pierre looked out proudly over the long stretch of factory buildings and towering chimneys behind him. Like any powerful boss, he puffed his thick cigar with a face full of smug satisfaction.
"I still can't believe it,"
Zhang Weilen stepped up beside him and gazed out at the massive complex.
"A factory this big—and you didn't even spend a penny!"
"Hey, don't say that," Pierre replied with mock seriousness. "I paid a lot, didn't you see? The bank interest alone is over $250,000! And going forward, I'll be paying huge annual property taxes too…"
He almost added, 'Don't go telling people I robbed him blind—I'm not that kind of person.'
He took another puff and continued.
"Besides, it's not easy running a business. If I'm not careful, this place could turn into a money sink!"
Ah yes. Who would ever understand his 'struggles'?
Watching Pierre's theatrical complaint, Zhang Weilen chuckled.
