Duan Jingwen's face turned deathly pale.
With a slight lift of Lan Xiu's long, slender fingers, the room fell into a hushed silence.
They all stared at him with complete astonishment, their eyes filled with both awe and apprehension...
"Duan Jingwen, now can you disclose to us just what the specific amount of funds is?"
With a self-deprecating smile, Duan Jingwen let out a resigned chuckle, and said, "430 billion."
Lan Xiu applauded lightly.
He glanced at the petrified Yang Fan, pointed to the screen, and scanned the room with a smirk.
"Now, is there anyone who still thinks I've lost?"
Following his pointed finger, everyone turned their gazes to the large screen...
Lan Family - 500 billion!
Bei Yunhuan jolted out from his shock, breaking into a sudden, deep chuckle.
Of course, wouldn't this be something Xiu would do - refusing to just sit back and take a loss?
He did it on purpose, causing Duan Jingwen to be hurled right from heaven... down to hell.
