This statement was the truth, and it also dazzled Han Li when he heard it.
Young people nowadays might be easily blinded by money when faced with such a situation, but very few can remain as composed as Ning Fan.
He could tell that Ning Fan wasn't evading nor was he aiming to make more money, his indifferent gaze clearly showed genuine disinterest in wealth.
"You seem different from others, so let me not insist, young man, this is my card, we could be friends," Han Li said, pulling out a gold-embossed business card from his pocket.
The style of the card was very simple, golden, with no intricate information, just a hollowed-out embossed 'Han' character in cursive!
Meanwhile, the store owner's face had turned green.
That was five hundred thousand!
Pure, white cash!
How many customers did his shop get in a day? In this line of business, apart from places like his grocery-like store, most were guided by the idea of not opening for a year, but eating well when they do.
