"Ten million a year? This... that's a good thing. Why wouldn't Chen Long agree? Does he have a problem with his brain?"
After hearing the terms proposed by Pan Jun, a young man in the crowd pushed up his black-framed glasses and whispered.
After hearing this quiet question, many people looked at him with disdain!
Soon, almost everyone spoke up!
"Are you an idiot?"
"Exactly!"
"Do you really think ten million is a lot?"
Being so bluntly despised, the young man felt a bit embarrassed.
Soon, with a flushed face, he quickly said, "What do you... what do you mean! Is ten million really not a lot?"
...
"Ten million does indeed sound like a lot, but think carefully. With the fame of Chen Long's roasted chicken now, how much is the daily income!"
"Exactly, compared to the terrifying profit that's rolling in daily, ten million is nothing!"
"Exactly!"
Hearing their explanation, the young man thought for a moment, and soon, he nodded awkwardly!
