Ma Bangde had been observing closely from earlier until now.
As an intellectual, although he never studied abroad, he wasn't clear about the common identity between Zhang Muzhi and Huang Sirlang, but that didn't prevent him from detecting the hidden meanings and the knives concealed within their laughter in their conversation.
However, his most fundamental goal had been the same from the beginning—making money.
Therefore, when he heard Huang Sirlang bring up the two prominent families, he already understood that Huang was conceding and didn't want to come to a mutually destructive end with them.
"Knife?"
"Dollar, the money of Americans," Huang Sirlang gestured.
"Oh~ as soon as Master Huang arrives, the money comes." As an intellectual, Ma Bangde, though never formally educated, had been places and couldn't possibly be unaware of the meaning of a dollar, not to mention that Huang Sirlang had explained it outright.
But still, Ma Bangde pretended not to know and played it down.
