While Wang Yun was starving, the middle-aged man in the next tent, who had spent five million yuan to get Old Xu to join the team, brought over some food he had just heated up to cotton up to "him."
But no matter what the middle-aged man said, Old Xu did not respond.
First of all, Old Xu actually couldn't speak. Furthermore, Ren Xiaosu could not care less.
The middle-aged man kept mumbling to himself for a long time. He was just trying to make the point that he hoped they could work together and conspire for greater causes, and after that, there would be other rewards they could talk about.
But Ren Xiaosu thought to himself, 'I don't care for things like rewards. Who knows if you'll even be able to get out of here alive after this!'
