After talking with the whole group, Lin Chu collapsed onto the sofa. His head was spinning, his eyes were strained, and his neck and shoulders ached, as if he'd been worked to the bone like a beast of burden at a desk all day.
No, being a beast of burden probably wasn't even this tiring.
After all, at least they could slack off and take paid bathroom breaks.
He lit a cigarette, and as the smoke curled into the air, an impish thought struck him.
'Go on, live a little.'
'Work?'
'To hell with work!'
'Even being the boss is exhausting.'
'Is your real business working?!'
'Time to eat, drink, and be merry!'
With a soft hiss of breath, a slight curve appeared on Lin Chu's lips.
The club had a spa right downstairs, integrated with the gym. After all, golf was an outdoor sport, and it was important for clients to recover their strength and energy.
