"Hiss..."
Upon seeing the numbers on the screen clearly, there was a collective gasp in the carriage.
"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands, hundred thousands, millions, ten millions, hundred millions..."
Old Ha said blankly, "Two hundred and forty-eight million, eight hundred and thirty thousand."
This number was truly shocking!
"Zhou Jinshan, you really live up to your name, sitting on a mountain of gold," Aspergillus oryzae said, looking at the old man involved in child trafficking.
He had previously mentioned that the other's wealth started at tens of millions with no upper limit.
But when the number two hundred and forty-eight million appeared before him, it was still far beyond his expectations.
Xiao Feng looked indifferently at Zhou Jinshan, asking without a trace of emotion, "How many children have you trafficked?"
"I... I haven't counted," Zhou Jinshan replied, beads of sweat forming on his forehead once again.
