Zhao Tiezhu looked at Hu Yifan and managed a strained smile. "Why are you over here again instead of watching the renovations? Getting itchy for a piece of the action?"
He didn't bother with small talk, just asked casually.
"Itchy? I'm dying of envy! Seeing money right in front of me and being unable to stuff it into my own pocket—it’s driving me crazy!"
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