Chu Yang had already thrown out eight-hundred million in just half an hour… by a rough estimation!
Golden notes continued to pile up in Xie Danqiong's bosom. And, his bosom continued to bulge-up.
Xie Danqiong, Xie Qing Mo, and Xie Qing Yan became increasingly excited. [He's a very wealthy person! He's not saying no to anything, ah…]
The three of them were least interested in what Chu Yang would do with these items. [These things can only be used to forge weapons! But, forging weapons from these things isn't easy.]
