Ye Xiao had yet to act when Shen Wanshan's two hands had already surged into motion.
His hands traced shadowy streaks, as the stack of A4 paper, piled as high as a person, disappeared at an astonishing speed, and the pens in the box were being rapidly depleted.
The ink was extracted by him while the remaining waste was collected back into his storage ring.
"What are you gaping at? If I succeed in this deal, I'll definitely give you half of the money! Hurry, hurry, hurry! Let's be efficient! I still have lots of paper left unused in my storage ring!"
After Shen Wanshan had been busy for a while, he was immediately displeased upon seeing Ye Xiao remain motionless.
"Do you think I believe that?"
Ye Xiao asked.
Without another word, Shen Wanshan took off his storage ring and handed it to Ye Xiao.
"If you don't believe me, then see for yourself! Look inside, is there anything other than A4 paper?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Xiao's gaze swept toward Shen Wanshan's shoes.
