The middle-aged man was toying with a cigar at the time, and when he heard Huangmao's words, he didn't even lift his head, but just let out a cold "hmm".
Huangmao wasn't embarrassed either, turning his gaze toward Xiao Chen, looking all arrogant.
"Did you bring the money?"
Xiao Chen sat down on a sofa nearby, crossing his legs in a leisurely fashion, and pointed at the two briefcases in Zhang Hongfeng's hands.
Zhang Hongfeng very sensibly placed the briefcases on the coffee table in front of Xiao Chen, then opened them…
All that could be seen inside were stacks upon stacks of hundred-yuan bills!
Huangmao was a bit stunned.
He had never seen so much cash in one place before!
"Not bad, a stinking security guard is pretty wealthy!"
Huangmao said sheepishly, clearly jealous.
At this moment, the middle-aged man also put down the cigar in his hand, leaned back in his executive chair, lifted his head, and looked at Xiao Chen with his nostrils flared.
