Hai Dafu didn't say anything, just glared at him, conveying, 'All you know is how to give me trouble.' He was fully confused about what was happening. Could it be like the reporters said, had this guy really gotten involved with a mega-star? Thinking about it, he deemed it unlikely. If he himself didn't have that kind of fortune, why would he? Hai Dafu resisted the urge to ask Zhang Ziwen for an autograph, not wanting to lose face. Instead, he listed countless ways for Zhang Ziwen to repay him, or he'd simply leave and refuse to wait with the car by the back door. Under this threat, Zhang Ziwen had no choice but accept the terms, which would cost him less than 1,000 yuan— a minor expense to appease Hai Dafu, whose help he desperately required. Seeing Zhang Ziwen begrudgingly agree, Hai Dafu patted his shoulder and sagely added, "You're my brother, and that's why I'm doing this. I couldn't be bothered if it were anyone else." Zhang Ziwen almost fainted right then and there.