The kind of situation where a great favor breeds great resentment hadn't happened yet, and Lin Chu didn't really believe it would. It wasn't that he was too optimistic about human nature; he was just very confident in himself.
'Who could possibly be more awesome than me?'
'Even if it did happen, it wouldn't matter. I'd just chalk it up as another data point for observing the diversity of human nature.'
"Me? Alright, then lend me ten million. I'll hand it over for you to manage, you can trade for me, and I'll just take fifty percent of the profits. That's enough."
Wang Zhefei, that little smartass, was the first to reply, proposing a brilliant plan. It was a textbook example of getting something for nothing. If a pie fell from the sky, he'd be too lazy to open his mouth to catch it; he'd need someone to chew it up and feed it to him.
Apparently feeling his request was a bit much, Wang Zhefei quickly sent another message: "Okay? Daddy, my dear daddy."
Lin Chu: ...
