"A slap for a hundred million, that's a surefire profit!"
Although Irving Harris is now immensely wealthy, the money he gives Davonte Cook amounts to only a few tens of millions a year.
Plus, with Davonte Cook conducting his own businesses, he can only make around a hundred million from the beginning to the end of the year.
Now a slap for a hundred million, two slaps equal to Davonte Cook's earnings for two years—by this calculation, it's quite the deal.
"Thank a lot, big brother!"
Davonte Cook naturally understood this as well; once the money was in hand, Irving Harris was not the type to let things go easily.
Given the big brother's temperament, whether Julius Reed could stay alive was uncertain, so why not take the money?
"Hmm!"
Irving Harris nodded, then looked at Julius Reed, "Little brother, hand over the two billion first!"
Once the money was in hand, he would make his move.
Anyone who dares to hit Irving Harris is simply asking for death!
"Alright!"
