Tie Jun, unlike Fang Qing, is relatively thin-skinned. Even at a table full of drinks, he couldn't let loose. He thought about it but was too embarrassed to ask his old buddy to fulfill the boasts they had made in their youth.
He couldn't bring himself to speak, but Jiang Chen, who could effortlessly toss a billion to their alma mater, noticed his hesitations and put down his chopsticks.
"Something on your mind?"
Tie Jun felt awkward and shook his head, "No, it's just a bit emotional. We all came from the same compound, so why's there such a big difference?"
"Jun, you're thinking about it all wrong."
Fu Zili spoke with deliberate calm, filled with earnest sincerity, "If you were sitting in a detention house, watching Gohan face the threat of Sharu, pushing himself to his limits and successfully transforming into a Super Saiyan, you would know how happy it is to run your small business, and soon marry the girl you love and start your own family."
