Hearing Fang Chenyi's question, Qi Xiaotian chuckled and answered:
"Didn't you tell me to buy as many as I could? I figured we'd have a lot of use for vehicles in the future, so I used all the money on the card you gave me to buy them."
Looking at the long line of transport trucks, then at Qi Xiaotian's sheepish grin, Fang Chenyi couldn't help but give him a thumbs-up.
"Damn, you've really got guts. There should have been a hundred million on that card, right?"
Of course, Fang Chenyi wasn't blaming Qi Xiaotian at all. He just couldn't help but marvel at how the kid had more guts than he did.
He was worth a fortune now and wouldn't bat an eye at spending hundreds of millions or even billions. But Fang Chenyi knew that if he'd had a hundred million back when he was broke, he would never have had the heart to spend it all on cars at once.
As they were talking, a middle-aged man with a woman who looked like a secretary strode over, his face wreathed in smiles.
