"We can't always be lucky, so everything that threatens us should be dealt with."
"Life is so fragile, like a glass cup, just needing a little external force to shatter into pieces."
"My philosophy has always been the same, don't do things that you will regret!"
He patted Enio on the head, let go of him, and then stood in front of the coffee table.
On the coffee table, there were neatly arranged banknotes. He gestured with his hand, "Eighty thousand as per company policy, the remaining sixty thousand, Enio takes ten thousand, I take ten thousand, you two divide twenty thousand, and another twenty thousand goes into the company account."
In an instant, the thrill of getting rich quick dispersed what little guilt he had left; he needed rest now!
It had been a long time since he'd seen his father, and after this trip out he'd encountered a lot more than he told Lance.
