"Hey, are you done? Have you conceded yet?"
Sun Peng impatiently urged.
"No worries! They should be gathering money; it doesn't matter to me."
Huang De dismissively waved his hand.
"Everyone, that's enough. These gentlemen are from truly wealthy families; it seems you've already been shattered and can't compare."
Zhou Jian, wiping sweat from his brow, kindly reminded Tang Ming and the others.
"Who says we can't compare? I've got money; I've never lost over money."
Tang Ming gritted his teeth and roared, sinking back into the sofa, his hands shaking as he started operating the computer: "4.2 billion."
Everyone, including Liu Mengting, nervously watched Tang Ming, and Li Xiaoli was on the verge of tears.
"Ignorant fool, 4.5 billion."
Huang De smiled faintly, looking at Tang Ming disdainfully.
"I, I..."
Tang Ming's entire body started convulsing violently.
"Dear, forget it. We can't afford to keep fighting; it's better to take back the money."
