Luo Xiaoqian frowned, "Where did you get so much money?!"
"This is all the dividends from Emperor View. Over the past few years, I've burned through money playing with cars, and this is all I have now. However, I have a friend who's interested in an antique knife I own. I already called him today, and he's returning to Beijing on Monday. That knife should sell for over ten million. If that's still not enough, then at worst, I'll contact my car enthusiasts and sell a few cars. They've all been eyeing my cars for a long time." Leng Zirui placed the card into her hand, "You've taken on enough work already, no more!"
Luo Xiaoqian looked at the bank card in her hand, "I'll accept this card, but don't sell the knife and cars. The money is really almost enough."
Leng Zirui didn't have many hobbies; he only liked two things: cars and cold weapons. Each of his cars was a labor of love, and those collectibles were undoubtedly his treasures. How could she let him sell them?
