"You're not joking with me, are you?"
"Look at the time. Do you think I have the mind to joke with you here?"
"My dad's not some rich businessman. He's clean as a whistle in politics. My family is really poor. Where would I get that much money to lend you? A few ten thousand bucks might be possible, though."
Zhang Jun was slightly displeased, "Stop crying poor. We know each other's backgrounds. You own several luxury mansions. Who would believe you have no money?"
"Don't talk nonsense. Joking about this isn't okay."
Liu Jiawei spoke with a calm face, sanctimoniously, but his eyes showed he felt guilty, because everything Zhang Jun said was true, without a hint of falsehood.
"Now's the time to test our friendship. Lend me ten million. I promise I'll win the next round."
Liu Jiawei turned his head to ask Chen Feng on the side, "Do you think he'll win?"
The other responded, "I... I don't believe it."
