After hanging up the phone, the WeChat group exploded quickly.
Yu Zimu: "Huo brother's life is only worth a billion, that's too much."
Qin Shaojin: "Yeah, it's a bit on the cheap side."
Yu Zimu: "Qin Xiaosan, guess how much you're worth?"
Qin Shaojin sat in his office chair, leaning back and spinning around, "I think at least ten billion, can't go any lower."
Yu Zimu: "You really know how to flatter yourself, I'd say you're not even worth ten million."
Qin Shaojin: "Get lost!"
Just then, Wen Nuan appeared, "I'll bid one dollar, anyone taking it?"
Yu Zimu: "I'll take it."
Wen Nuan weakly chimed in, "Better not, you couldn't even beat my top gun at home, even if you gave me a hundred bucks, I wouldn't hire you."
Qin Shaojin: "My Nuannuan speaks the truth, indeed, Yu Zimu, nobody would hire a hitman like you, even if you paid."
Wen Nuan privately messaged Qin Shaojin, "Humph, no time for me, but time for chatting on WeChat!"
