"Shut up!" Zhu Zhuting and Zhu Youhua were both about to go crazy with him.
The family's wealth was hanging on his words.
Extraordinary indeed.
"We need to provide benefits for the audience. Dad, weren't you coming here to support agriculture? You have to follow through, don't just sell sentimentalism!" Zhu Wenzhen, acting like a little adult, shook his head, "Being like a capitalist, you won't go far."
[Six!]
[Little President Zhu takes the stage.]
[Wenzhen is so understanding.]
…
Zhu Zhuting and Zhu Youhua had no idea where he learned these words; at first listen, they seemed quite reasonable.
"Your mom and I know what we're doing."
"That hundred yuan..." Zhu Wenzhen's eyes blinked hopefully, wishing his dad could act like a big boss for once.
Zhu Youhua really wanted to thank this dutiful son.
"If we really give every audience member a one hundred yuan voucher with no restrictions, our whole family would end up in jail."
"Is it that serious?"
