Considering this possibility, Zhang Xiaowei pulled back his leg.
Maozi let out a long sigh of relief, knowing Zhang Xiaowei was waiting for him to continue.
However, he looked around with a hint of wariness and chuckled, "I think we should discuss this matter quietly, just the two of us."
Seeing his guarded expression, fury instantly sparked in the bald men's eyes.
They were incensed that they had drunk together the previous day, talking as brothers, and yet he hadn't mentioned such a lucrative deal.
Maozi, seeing that Zhang Xiaowei hadn't explicitly refused, slowly stood and walked towards the backyard, with Zhang Xiaowei immediately following him.
The others watched them head to the backyard with envy, all wondering what this big money-making deal could be.
"Speak."
Arriving in the backyard, Zhang Xiaowei stopped and said coldly.
