No matter how good an airplane is, it cannot avoid noise. The violent roar of the engine penetrates the steel and iron fuselage and buzzes in the ears.
Patrick Zhuo leaned back against the door panel, biting his cigarette holder, and looked up at Ethan Fu calmly.
Ethan Fu smiled: "I don't remember owing you money, Mr. Zhuo."
Patrick Zhuo: "Things that can be measured with money are the simplest."
"Then what do you think cannot be measured by money?"
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