"Thank you, Li Feng, you are really too generous ... I hope you can be just as generous next time!"
Victory is already assured, so Qin Fang naturally no longer needed to be polite with Li Feng. Although he stayed seated, Chen Jiangnan immediately understood and, like a devoted lackey, promptly moved the pile of chips and checks in front of Li Feng over to Qin Fang.
"You..."
At this point, Li Feng truly wanted to vomit blood in frustration, if only that could relieve his feelings... But right now, he clearly didn't have the inclination to do so because he was buried in debt.
The ten million from Elite Salon didn't matter much, paying that back later wouldn't be an issue; the interest was quite low, and even after ten to fifteen days it wouldn't accrue by much.
The problem was the loan agreement he had just signed, borrowing thirty-eight million from Fan Jin, a Hongkonger whose background he wasn't very clear about—and at such a high interest rate.