"No sooner had these words been spoken than the whole place fell deathly silent, instantly as quiet as a tomb.
Even old Mr. Chen's mouth was frozen open.
A few seconds later, everyone suddenly burst into endless laughter.
"Ha ha ha ha, five hundred billion? That's hilarious."
"I mean, Chen Yuan, you must be selling immortality elixirs, right? How else could you 'make' so much money?"
"Pfft, talking big without a draft. If you make five hundred billion a year, wouldn't that be more than my Chen family made back in the day?"
The younger generation, especially Chen Ming, couldn't stop mocking, clutching their stomachs and laughing loudly.
Even some of the elders shook their heads and scoffed.
"I thought he would have grown a bit after three years outside, but he still looks the same irresponsible guy."
"Good thing there are no outsiders here today, otherwise, hearing a Chen family youngster talk like this would turn us into a laughingstock."
