C41 The Mo Family

"Old man, is five hundred million a lot? I'll raise you to six hundred million," Xiang Nantian said, his face contorted with displeasure. He had expected to make a grand entrance, but instead, he was immediately put in his place.

"Seven hundred million."

Everyone in the room felt like spitting blood.

"Eight hundred million," Xiang Nantian declared through clenched teeth