Chapter 442: Grabbing Sylvan Cheney's Neck!

All these things, they add up to tens of millions.

He didn't have such a huge amount of liquid assets in hand.

"No swap." Chale Cheney shook his head firmly.

"You're just a kid, these things are no use to you anyway, let's negotiate, and exchange them." Joe Heath pleaded appeasingly.

"Who says they're useless? I can give them to the girl I like."

"…" Joe put his hand on his forehead in disbelief.

Bad at such a young age, he's gonna be trouble when he grows up.

"Chale, listen to Uncle Joe…" Joe Heath was trying to reason.

"Nope, none of that. Uncle Joe, just tell me if you're giving them or not."

Joe Heath surprisingly couldn't find a reason to refute, to give them would hurt, and to not give them wouldn't sound good if it got out.

He, Joe Heath, was not short of money, but… to just squander it away like that?

Tens of millions!

"I'll give... but..." Joe Heath tried to find another excuse.

"Thanks, Uncle Joe."