"This..." Jun Ning was speechless for a moment, then said, "This is not about the silver..." No one would want to take on the task of killing themselves, no matter how much they loved money.
Because... it's a bit unlucky...
Jun Ning didn't want to get involved with this bad luck.
Zhang Zihao didn't know Jun Ning's real reason for not accepting the task. He assumed the little black ball considered him a mere child, fearing he couldn't come up with that much money, so she didn't mention it.
He snorted in defiance, pulling out a thick stack of silver notes from his chest, though it was unclear how much they were worth in total.
Zhang Zihao brazenly showed the denominations of the silver notes to Jun Ning, "… Look, little black ball, one note is worth a hundred taels of silver. With these on me, I have at least ten thousand taels. With this much money, can I not do this business?"
Jun Ning was slightly stunned seeing the denominations displayed by Zhang Zihao, "......"
