"Mr. Ye, I know you are a master, can you help me?" Pan Minghui hastily said to Ye Wudao.
"I'm not a master. If you're looking for a master, go find one in the NBA. There should be plenty there. Or perhaps our women's volleyball girls are tall enough," Ye Wudao joked with him.
Pan Minghui immediately felt a bit awkward and said, "I mean... I don't mean that kind of master, but a master like Mr. Ye."
Ye Wudao looked at him with a pair of meaningful eyes, making Pan Minghui feel somewhat guilty. Then he spoke, "Mr. Pan, I heard you are very rich and also one of the founders of the Yanhuang Association."
"I have indeed made some money over the years, but my money is clean."
Pan Minghui didn't know why, but he somehow felt scared looking into Ye Wudao's eyes and honestly replied.
"Hehe, Mr. Pan, don't be nervous, I didn't say your money is dirty. Rest assured, the thing that bothered you that day, I have already driven it away."