In the living room, Comrade Cheng and Comrade Xu Yun exchanged glances.
That brat, did he just say this card has 6 million in it?
The pair felt a surreal, dreamlike sensation.
They knew Cheng Zhu's claw machine business was doing well, but never asked about the specifics of how much he earned each month.
They had no clue about this industry, but estimated based on the flow of customers that he must be making at least a few hundred thousand a month, right?
Just that number alone made them feel they had achieved an extraordinary parental accomplishment—my son has a bright future!
In their circles, whose child could earn so much money while still in college?
Xu Yun and Cheng had always restrained themselves during conversations with acquaintances about Cheng Zhu, barely stopping themselves from boasting about him excessively in front of friends and family!
In fact, for a child to be something his parents could boast about to others was quite satisfying.