The scorching sun blazed down.
Wei Dong, standing at the entrance of the Kaiyue Restaurant, felt as if he were in a sauna, his clothes soaked through with sweat.
In his right hand, he tightly clutched his cell phone, bulging veins snaking furiously across the back of his hand.
He hadn't accomplished a single thing.
Had ten million just vanished into thin air?
Zhang Hongshun watched Wei Dong's frantic state.
He asked, "President Wei, you wouldn't be regretting it, would you?"
Wei Dong didn't speak to Zhang Hongshun again and walked to his Mercedes-Benz without looking back.
...
Some ten minutes later.
Zhang Hongshun and Ye Tian walked out of a bank next to the restaurant.
Ye Tianxia hadn't applied for a bank card since coming down the mountain.
Zhang Hongshun insisted on transferring the money to Ye Tian today.
He took Ye Tian to the bank next door and made him a card.
Ye Tian's cell phone quickly received a message; ten million had been credited to his bank card.
