After cultivating the Vocabulary Fragment, Bai Ming grew another two inches taller, and his body became more robust, no longer resembling his originally frail state.
"You do seem to have a knack for business and see things clearly. He Wenbing considers the fishery his private property, focusing all his energy on it, while I consider Bai's Fish Stall just a means of making money. Without skills, even the God of Wealth can't guard a mountain of gold and silver."
Bai Qi smiled faintly as he looked at Bai Ming, who now seemed to have grown into a more refined appearance:
"If you're willing, how about making you the boss?"
With someone else, this would likely be a probing joke.
But Bai Qi spoke seriously, with no falsehood intended.
The brotherhood cultivated in humble households is far deeper than that of wealthy clans.
Because when the family is poor, there's no need to compete.
If not tightly united, one can only endure bullying.
Bai Ming paused his writing pensively:
