Brother Dao Jiu looked at Su Changfeng with gratitude and said, "Brother Changfeng, thank you, but this is too much."
"Then you can make your brothers' families live better, not just scrape by. You must also want that, right?" Su Changfeng asked.
Dao Jiu was stunned. Of course he wanted that; he had always thought about how to improve his brothers' families' lives. But his abilities were limited, and, ensuring safety, he had no other way to make more money. Hence, over the years, he managed only to prevent them from going hungry.
"Brother Changfeng, from now on, my life belongs to you," Dao Jiu said softly, bowing his head.
Su Changfeng smiled, "Money, to me, was just a meaningless string of numbers. If it can be used for something meaningful, that would be the best. And how much money the Boxing Arena earns depends entirely on you, so you don't need to thank me."
