The old Daoist raised his head with a look of disdain: "Heaven's secrets! Those are heaven's secrets! Can they be measured by money?! — Not to mention it's ten thousand short!"
Nick Zeller: "..."
"I can only transfer fifty thousand a day, how about I transfer half today and the other half tomorrow?"
The old Daoist nodded, "Deal. Then I'll tell you half first."
Nick Zeller: "..."
This is the master I chose, what else can I do?
Of course, even kneeling, I have to accept it.
Nick Zeller transferred fifty thousand over, and the old Daoist beckoned to him with a mysterious air, "Yesterday I met two other friends of Lawrence Winters', and I suddenly figured it out."
Nick Zeller: "..."
He glared at the old Daoist, wishing he could punch him: "That's it?! Worth fifty thousand?!"
