Gold may not be alluring, nobody is perfect, and Ye Wudao naturally has his vexing traits—if he didn't, he wouldn't be Ye Wudao.
"Damn, where am I going to get money from?" Ye Wudao tapped on the steering wheel as he glanced at the skyscrapers outside the car window, worrying.
To think that a martial arts expert of the Inner Strength Eighth Layer like him was now fretting over money— even if he was willing to make movies, another billion in fees from Wang Zhong still wouldn't be enough! Besides, Ye Wudao didn't want to engage in that sort of thing anymore.
A while later, Ye Wudao picked up his phone and made calls respectively to Wu Tong, Song Tianqi, and others, with one message: Ye Wudao was now taking on big jobs, but payment was required upfront. It made Song Tianqi come to find him in person, asking if he was short on cash and offering the Song Family's help if needed.
