While the young man in the passenger seat was studying the map, Qi Xiaotian, beside Fang Chenyi, couldn't resist winking. He then held up two fingers and whispered faintly:
"20,000."
Upon seeing this, a corner of Fang Chenyi's mouth lifted. He nodded at Qi Xiaotian, acknowledging that he understood he meant 20,000.
Seeing that Brother Fang understood, Qi Xiaotian said no more. 'Brother Fang must have his own plans.'
There was a reason, of course, why Fang Chenyi had offered 200,000 when he knew the price was only 20,000.
Fang Chenyi could tell the young man didn't come from a well-off family. 'It makes sense, really. In an environment like this, how many families could possibly be wealthy?'
20,000 was likely a fortune to them, but Fang Chenyi didn't mind providing an even greater incentive.
That way, the guide would be all the more dedicated to leading him to the meteorite's location.
After all, to Fang Chenyi, there was no difference between 20,000 and 200,000.
