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"Won't you consider it?"

"That depends on how much you're asking for."

"Hahaha! Interesting."

Bi had never met anyone as interesting (crazy) as Qiao Dongyang in his life. He laughed heartily and happily took another sip of beer, "Mr. Qiao is so straightforward, this will be easy. How about this? Just give me one or two billion?"

The smile in Qiao Dongyang's eyes deepened, "One or two billion and you'd be satisfied?"

Bi was startled again.

He picked up his glass and took another sip of beer to calm his shock.

"I asked for too little?"

"Too little?"

"...Why do you think I asked for too little?"

"Idiot! I, Qiao Dongyang, am only worth one or two billion?"

"!"

This motherfucker Qiao Dongyang is either crazy or a fool, right?

Bi felt as though his beautiful life was about to begin and reaching the pinnacle of his life wouldn't be so difficult. He suddenly became cheerful and even started pushing the vegetable dish, urging Qiao Dongyang and Chi Yue to eat.