Jiang Xiaobai didn't think highly of Moron doing business, but he understood men. Moron was no longer the same as before; he was now a mentally sound person, and like other men, he had a heart that wanted to prove himself.
Stubborn and unyielding, Jiang Xiaobai knew that Moron was that kind of person; stopping him was useless. It was better to let him try, and when he suffers losses, he would naturally turn back.
"Later, I'll give you a sum of money. Don't tell him where it's from. If Xiao Lang asks, just say it's borrowed. Let him use it for business."
Qin Xianglian said, "Xiaobai, Xiao Lang is not cut out for business. Giving him money is like throwing it away!"
Qin Xianglian was still reluctant. After all, starting a business required a considerable initial investment, and the tuition seemed a bit too costly.
"Let's discuss it later. I really don't feel comfortable letting Xiao Lang do business."
