Gu Weijing looked at the envelope in Bald's hand, which bore the red stamp with the Central Bank abbreviation CBM, and sighed.
"Really generous."
If not for his upbringing, Gu Weijing would probably have already rushed up to hug Brother Hao's leg.
The amount of the check thrown out casually was almost the same as the first advance payment from a publishing giant like the Scholastic Group for "Little Prince".
These gang leaders truly are like devils in stories, whispering in your ear anytime, showcasing a beautiful illusion made up of immense wealth in gold and jewels.
Sometimes, this wealth isn't just an illusion.
If your heart wavers just a bit and you heed the devil's promise, then these things will indeed be yours, at the cost of exchanging your soul and freedom.
Faced with a check for 75 million Myanmar Kyat, how many people could eternally say no?
Bald tilted his head, hoping to see a hint of wavering from Gu Weijing's expression.
