Eight million was no small sum. Gao Wu's bank account was restricted, so he had no way to make a transfer.
Song Yunhe's assistant had to accompany Gao Wu to Beizhou Commercial Bank, where he got him a new bank card with high-level permissions at the counter.
Then the eight million was transferred into Gao Wu's account.
Song Yunhe had paid so readily without even signing a contract because he was confident he had Gao Wu in the palm of his hand.
He was not afraid of Gao Wu pulling tricks. He even hoped Gao Wu would pull something, so he could give him a lesson he would never forget, letting him know that trying to be clever would only bring suffering upon himself!
After the assistant left, Gao Wu opened his mobile banking app and counted the digits in his account over and over. The more he looked, the more he liked them.
Across both his past and present lives, this was the first time he had possessed such an enormous fortune.
"Uncle Song, your real name is actually Song Gongming, right?" Gao Wu muttered with a silly grin. The money had delivered itself to his door—what timely rain!
Even behind his back, Gao Wu had to praise him: "Brother Song, you're generous!"
Today was match day, and the Middle School League had its final match of the year.
Gao Wu returned to the dormitory first. He had planned to contact Song Mingyue, but Shen Yue was unexpectedly waiting for him there.
"Big Brother, I think there's a problem with that video of your arena match." Shen Yue knew Gao Wu too well to bother with pleasantries, getting straight to the point.
"What is it?" Gao Wu did not understand. He had sent Shen Yue the footage of the