"Master, I've already placed the order for the cars you wanted; they should be delivered to your garage one after another starting from next week!" Before long, Fang Jueyu received a message from Zhuang Ying.
"Nice!" Fang Jueyu complimented Zhuang Ying's efficiency and immediately had Little Yi pull up his wealth panel. All those luxury cars added up—to several billion at least, right?
But when he saw the numbers, he was stunned; the amount hadn't decreased but had actually increased by tens of millions of US Dollars.
"Little Yi, explain this to me, what on earth is going on?" Fang Jueyu was almost driven mad; he bought 20 luxury cars and hadn't spent a dime.
"Host, it's not my fault. Have you ever seen anyone who runs a convenience store pay for the items they take from their own store?"
Little Yi's reply left Fang Jueyu at a loss for words.
