Nong Zhu stared at Yue Qianchou with an exaggerated look in his eyes. Yin Baikang had been considered rich back then? He had indeed been rich! But compared to this fellow, he was like a witch before a great sorcerer. This kid was simply too wealthy—his fortune was worth a trillion high-grade Spirit Stones!
Yue Qianchou smiled as he watched everyone's feverish expressions. This was exactly the effect he wanted, to stir up their fervor. Then a rustling sound suddenly rang out beside his ear. He turned his head for a look, only to see that in the blink of an eye, Nong Zhu had already stuffed several handfuls into his storage pouch... "Fuck!" Yue Qianchou let out a strange cry and hurriedly snatched up the huge pile of Spirit Stones from the ground into his own storage pouch. Nong Zhu clutched a handful in each hand, grinning wildly as he laughed. In just a moment, he had scooped up more than a hundred stones, worth ten billion high-grade Spirit Stones! Nong Zhu had never been this rich in his life. This money had come far too easily.
"Give them back," Yue Qianchou shouted.
"Ha ha!" Nong Zhu threw back his head and laughed madly. He put the Spirit Stones in his hands into his storage pouch and sauntered off to one side, openly wearing an expression that said, Come bite me if you dare.
This scoundrel could not be beaten, and he was not afraid of being cursed at! For a moment, Yue Qianchou truly had no way to deal with him. He could only console himself that it was the lodging fee for Furong and the others at the Purple Bamboo Grove... But lodging worth ten billion high-grade Spirit Stones was fucking outrageous!
Yue Qianchou felt like tears