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"Do you really think your life is only worth a hundred thousand?"
Ye Xiaofei's deeply scornful words hit right on Zhang Chao's sore spot, making Zhang Dashao involuntarily struggle.
To nod in agreement would be an admission that his life was indeed cheap.
If he denied it, though, it meant he would have to shell out more money and end up as a sucker.
But Zhang Dashao was a proud man!
And like all proud people, he suffered from a common ailment: an extremely strong sense of self-esteem, deeply caring about saving face to the point of preferring to act rich even if it meant swelling his face.
"That... of course, it's worth more!"
Zhang Dashao hesitated for a moment but eventually decided to play the sucker, so he made another offer: "Big brother, what about two hundred thousand?"
