Lu Changchuan was woken up in the middle of the night by Rong Qian.
"Ninth master..."
On the other end of the phone, Rong Qian spoke nervously, fearing that he would be sent to South Africa to feed the tigers for disturbing someone's dream, "The big shot has named his price."
"How much?"
"One... one hundred million!"
Hearing silence on the other end, Rong Qian murmured, "Do you think the big shot is trying to take advantage of us? We've collaborated so many times, isn't his price a bit outrageous?"
"Agree to it!"
Before Rong Qian could finish speaking, Lu Changchuan's cold and deep voice came through the phone, "Get his account details and transfer him the hundred million!"
???
What's wrong with the world?
Is everyone going crazy?
One dares to ask, and the other dares to pay!
Or did he misunderstand, and the currency of the big shot is Zimbabwe dollars?
Still not hearing a "yes" from the other end, Lu Changchuan checked his phone.
One in the morning.
