"Not interested."
After saying that, Chen Fang wanted to leave.
Unexpectedly, Wang Huan got excited.
He thought Chen Fang felt it was too little, so he grabbed another wad of cash.
He shook it vigorously: "Hillbilly, have you ever seen so much money? Envious? If you're envious, kneel down."
"Wang, do you really think I haven't seen money?"
Chen Fang looked at Wang Huan, who was acting like a clown, and asked.
Wang Huan had a very surprised expression as he looked at everyone. This time, he directly emptied his bag, and the money fell to the ground wad by wad.
At least seventy to eighty thousand yuan.
"Yo, quite worldly. Come on, name a price, how much for you to kneel?" Wang Huan asked brazenly.
Chen Fang originally did not want to play.
But hearing this, his interest was piqued.
He pondered for a moment.
