"There are still two and a half years left, why are you all so down?" Looking at everyone's dejected faces, Fang Jueyu couldn't think of the right words to comfort them.
He couldn't possibly tell them that he had already ordered 1,000 cosmic battleships, right? If he said something like that, he'd probably be sent straight to Dawn Psychiatric Hospital tonight.
"How about this, I'll give each of you a bonus of one million US dollars. You've all been working hard, so why not find a place to take a vacation and have some fun for a while?"
"Yeah, we don't have much time left. In the remaining days, let's live happily!"
"Eat whatever you want, drink whatever you want. In two and a half years, we'll probably all become cosmic dust anyway!"
Fang Jueyu just wanted to use this bonus to improve everyone's mood, but it seemed to have the opposite effect.
