"Great Master Black Du Wei, you may doubt the character of Envelope, but you can't doubt Envelope's professional integrity. When it comes to changing colours like the wind and engaging in opportunism, who can be stronger than me, Envelope?"
"Since I, Envelope, have fallen into your hands, I'm your lapdog."
"I definitely want to screw him over!"
"Just trust me this once."
Envelope felt that this Black Du Wei was too hard to deceive.
He was cut from the same cloth as his own master.
Cautious and also very suspicious.
Such people were just too difficult to screw over.
Perhaps the saying was true, 'Good people don't live long, but the wicked live for a thousand years.'
If that was the case,
Envelope speculated that his master, Du Wei, could easily live for a few thousand years without a problem.
Black Du Wei looked at Envelope with disdain.
He said coldly, "Do you know why I don't trust you?"
Envelope asked, "Why?"
Black Du Wei said, "Because you talk way too much."
