Chen Feng glanced at the group of people wearing stupefied expressions and let out a melancholic sigh: "You seem to not believe what I'm saying, but I truly don't like handling money, I really lack interest in it."
"Bro, please don't say anymore, I can't take it."
Ye Xiaozhao's mouth twitched as he returned the phone to Chen Feng.
The others fell into stunned silence.
Who could have thought that Chen Feng really transferred a hundred billion?
It's a hundred billion in currency, not a hundred billion leaves.
Even if it were a hundred billion leaves, they wouldn't have arrived so quickly either.
At this moment, those who had previously despised Chen Feng felt their cheeks burn, as though they had been fiercely slapped.
Sun Hao, who was eager to be the protagonist, had gone pale in anger.
Chen Feng did not let Sun Hao off the hook, rubbing his hands together, Chen Feng asked with a chuckle, "Cousin Sun, can you transfer the money to me now?"
