Zhang Zhixin rushed into the midst of his friends and lowered his voice, "Bald Gang just said, as long as we can pool together a million, we can ransom Xiaoli back! Everyone, take out your money and chip in!"
The faces of those wealthy second-generation kids all showed hesitation; while they were still considered rich, a sum of a million was just too large, and if they were to really pool the money, each of them would have to cough up at least a hundred thousand.
Though this amount wouldn't exactly hurt their finances, the issue was they felt that spending this hundred thousand on Wu Xiaoli just wasn't worthwhile, holding no value.
"What's wrong with you all? I've already put in three hundred thousand, is it that hard for you to come up with the remaining seven hundred thousand?" Zhang Zhixin said dissatisfied.
