"Mentor," suddenly the door burst open, and the graduate student Wang Long rushed in with great urgency.
"Has my Level Three Force Field come through yet?"
"Yes, it's been approved. Have you gathered the money?" Tang Zhiwei asked with a lingering smile.
"I've got it all. With a better Force Field this time, I should be able to beat that guy Mo Jing!" Wang Long said, full of anticipation.
"Eight million, four hundred and forty-two thousand in total. You should gather the money in the payment account ahead of time, and we'll transfer it all at once," Tang Zhiwei instructed.
"Understood!" Wang Long quickly nodded. "Mentor, you seem to be in a good mood today, what's the happy occasion?" He also noticed the change in Tang Zhiwei's demeanor.
Normally, due to his daughter's illness, Tang Zhiwei seldom had a pleasant expression on his face.
But today was different.
