On the other side, Chen Feng and Zhao Li returned to Zhao Li's residence.
In the small villa, Zhao Li held the communicator, repeatedly looking at the message from the bank. A balance of ten million, she suspected she was dreaming.
"Pinch me, quick."
Zhao Li said to Chen Feng.
"Don't be a masochist, behave normally."
"Just pinch me, okay? I can't believe the money I've been wanting for two years and haven't gotten, you secured it with just one visit. Hurry, hurry, hurry."
Zhao Li pulled on Chen Feng's hand.
Chen Feng gave a wry smile and said, "This is just a small matter. Our goal is not ten million, but one hundred billion, one trillion, understand?"
"Isn't that target too high?" Zhao Li's eyes widened in astonishment.
"Then let's set a small goal first, earn two billion first," Chen Feng said with a smile.
"Okay, I'll listen to you. We can definitely do it," Zhao Li said to Chen Feng, now filled with utmost confidence.
"Yeah, let's work hard together."
