Zhou Ke smiled faintly, inwardly despising Duomaiti as well.
He sighed. Money really was incredibly useful. The old man who had refused to go no matter what had agreed as soon as he heard five million, hadn't he?
Heh heh!
People! Everyone liked money. No matter who they were, there was no real difference.
Since Duomaiti had agreed, Zhou Ke had nothing else to say and directly instructed, "Since you've agreed, we'll set off early tomorrow morning. Prepare whatever you need to prepare. If there's anything you don't have time to buy, tell me. I'll have Zhou Hai arrange for it to be purchased."
Although Zhou Hai was a Martial Artist, he did not have much of that lofty, superior attitude common among extraordinary people. So while he somewhat despised Duomaiti's greed for money, he did not mock him too much.
That was simply how life was. Didn't everyone want to earn money and live better lives?
Ordinary People had the goals of Ordinary People, while he, as an extraordinary person, naturally had goals he coveted as well. In truth, those goals all led to the same destination: hoping to live better lives.
Therefore, nothing in his subsequent manner changed. He handled things as he normally would.
Besides, they needed Duomaiti as their guide. If Duomaiti developed any thoughts and caused this mission to fail, the loss would outweigh the gain.
As for getting lost in the desert, they were not overly worried. They had prepared ample supplies and quite a few high tech devices. If they lost their bearings in the desert, they could use various equipment to determine their position and even call for a helicopter rescue at any time.
Duomaiti had made his living in the desert for decades. Before entering it, he certainly knew what needed