"Heh, stop pretending. With your lousy face, if you can bring out a hundred million, I'll eat shit on a livestream." Huang Da sneered repeatedly.
Kidding.
This kid, can he really take out a hundred million?
Does he think he's Huang Da or something!
Zhang Fan raised his head, his fingers flying as he input the account number.
Five seconds later, Zhang Fan grinned.
"I've transferred the money to you, go ahead and check. Also, about eating shit, do you want to do it now or later?"
Hearing Zhang Fan's voice, the crowd around him fell into a deathly silence.
And then, in the next moment, Huang Da's phone rang.
Soon, Huang Da's face froze in shock.
He took out his phone, staring at the one hundred million credited, his eyes widened.
And behind him, a group of people were also craning their heads!
Looking at the message, they were all dumbfounded.
"Shit, is it really a hundred million?"
Shouts of astonishment erupted immediately.
