He snapped his fingers, and another underling quickly came over, pulling open a small leather bag filled with tightly packed stacks of cash, exciting to behold.
He took out one stack, felt it wasn't enough, and then another one, handing over a total of twenty thousand dollars to Yang Hucheng.
Yang Hucheng sneered, reaching out to grab the money, intending to continue tearing it.
Even though it was two stacks of cash, in the eyes of Yang Hucheng, they were nothing but a handful of withered leaves.
Easily torn apart!
But Doudou caught his hand.
Doudou shook her head, then looked at Sun Changsheng and said indifferently, "This little turtle is our good friend, not for sale for twenty thousand, not even for two hundred million."
"We brought it here, it wasn't fished out of the sea."
"If there's nothing else, then we'll be leaving."
She didn't even glance at the two stacks of bills, gave Yang Hucheng's shoulder a pat, and continued towards the beach.
