Lu Chengwen was shocked.
"Ghostfire Young Master has that much money!?"
"It isn't Ghostfire's, it's Jiang Xiaogou's!"
"Jiang Xiaogou!? Wasn't he in confinement?"
"Oh, come on, it's all just a show those big shots put on. You're the only one who believed it!"
"Fuck, those bastards seriously have no bottom line!"
"Of course. What did you think those big shots were, decent people? Who else has a heart as kind as mine?"
Lu Chengwen thought for a moment. "You scammed Jiang Xiaogou out of his money. Won't he come after you? Doesn't he know you?"
"We've never met face-to-face, though I almost got recognized. My acting skills are amazing! Do you want this money or not?"
Lu Chengwen thought for a moment.
Wouldn't I be crazy to turn down money?
But this involved Jiang Xiaogou. He had to be furious, right?
One hundred and forty million US dollars was a lot, but getting entangled with the Jiang Family again over this money was unwise.
"I don't want it. Keep it for your retirement. Goodbye."
Zhao Ritian drove along, feeling delighted.
Not just anyone got a job like this!
He recalled his earlier conversation with Martial Uncle:
Ming Disha pulled out a paper bag. "Take it."
Zhao Ritian opened the bag and took a look. Whoa! It was stuffed full of money!
"What's this? Foreign currency?"
"I said take it, so take it!"
"My God, this... one bill is five hundred thousand!?"
Ming Disha said, "Look at you, like some country bumpkin who's never seen the world. Would I shortchange you?"
"How much money is this, Martial Uncle?"
"Count it yourself." Ming Disha said, "One bill is five hundred thousand, and one stack has a hundred bills. How much is that?"
"One million!?"
Ming Disha stared at him. "It's fucking