C1012 What Do You Mean Real

Zhang Chujun's facial muscles twitched. This kid really wasn't polite. He was asking him for it and asking for it. He really didn't treat Zhang Chujun as an outsider.

"How much do you want?"

"Not much. Give me 50 people. I should be able to set up the venue in a week."

"What? 50 people?"

Zhang Chujun shouted.

He only had a total of a few people in his camp