"What are you planning to do next?"
Emma asked. She had been completely won over. Things had reached this point; there was no doubt they had won the bet. Jacob, the Mission Hall supervisor, was as good as dead—no one could save him.
She finally put her mind at ease, deeply curious about what Bati would do next.
"What other plan could there be? Of course, we quit while we're ahead. Are we supposed to keep going?"
Xia Ping waved a hand. They had already made so much money, enough to complete the mission. If they continued, someone would definitely see through their tricks. A con artist who did not know when to quit while ahead would sooner or later come to grief.
"But... won't more people be calling?"
Emma said.
"Who cares who calls? Shut them all out and discard this phone number."
Xia Ping said it did not matter. In the internet age, the cost of running away was low. As long as they discarded this number, no one would be able to find them.
"I understand. I'll report this to the family head. You'll definitely earn the family head's appreciation."
Emma said solemnly. She was now completely convinced by Xia Ping and regarded him as a genuine talent.
Anyone capable of pulling something like this off—there were probably only a few in the entire Lawrence Family who could compare to Bati.
"It's a trivial matter. I'll report it immediately and complete the year-end mission."
Xia Ping nodded.
At this time, the advertisement was spreading with ever-increasing fervor, reaching nearly every corner of the universe and making countless people aware of it.
"We've struck it rich this time."
"Exactly. Once we pass the physical examination, we'll get a hundred million. Maybe we'll even win the rich woman's