He Jingchuan couldn't help but roll his eyes, "Jiang Beiyu, are you really going to bet with him? This is a losing deal."
"No problem, I can afford to lose." Jiang Beiyu's thin lips slightly raised as he looked outside, seemingly indifferent.
The man in the burgundy suit in the room had little patience and immediately spoke sarcastically, "Young Master Jiang isn't playing around, is he?"
Jiang Beiyu smiled again, "Not at all, it's just a Baiguan Mountain project, and I'm not short on those."
His words were so infuriating that He Jingchuan felt like punching him.
There weren't just the three of them in this private room. The gentleman across in the burgundy suit brought a lady as lovely as a flower in a striking red strapless dress, who occasionally flirted with the man by her side.
This was painful for the single He Jingchuan, but he was convinced that to Jiang Beiyu by his side, it was just noise.
