A hundred million in cash, over a dozen small cars, neatly lined up, strongly stimulated everyone's eyes. Jiang Yue and Jack had been with Ye Fan for a while now and were quite worldly, but this was the first time they had seen so much money, and they were still shockingly dumbfounded.
"I say, Old Jie," Jiang Yue lowered his voice and said to Jack, "this old guy is really willing to spend a fortune."
Jack lit a cigar, trying to act cool as he said, "The boss is a deity, this money is just numbers to him."
"Damn, numbers are still money, for fuck's sake, damn it!" Jiang Yue was suddenly stunned, hurriedly tugging at Jack's arm, and pointed towards the entrance.
Jack looked over indifferently, glanced only once, and nearly had his eyeballs fall out. The cigar dropped from his hand onto the ground, and he stared dumbly at the entrance, drool almost spilling out without him bothering to wipe it.