"Huh? Not enough for you?" Dai Zefei frowned and said.
He took out another ten thousand RMB from his bag and tossed it onto Zhang Xiaohao's body.
"As long as you leave Li'er and transfer this 'second-hand goods' to me, this money is yours!" Dai Zefei declared arrogantly.
"I'm really curious, who gave you such confidence?" Zhang Xiaohao mocked.
"Kid! Don't be greedy! Twenty thousand yuan is already a lot. Based on your rate of a thousand a night, it would take you twenty days to earn this much. Now, just hand over Li'er, this 'second-hand goods', and the money is yours," Dai Zefei said with pride.
"Yeah! Twenty thousand is indeed a lot, a thousand a day, enough for you to earn for twenty days," Zhang Xiaohao said playfully.
"So you're agreeing to my deal?" Dai Zefei's eyes lit up as he asked.
"Heh." Zhang Xiaohao just smiled faintly.
"What do you mean by that?" Dai Zefei asked.