"Okay, I'll pay back eleven million, within a month, okay?" Ouyang Feng said.

"Okay!" Yi Bing gritted his teeth and said.

"Okay, you go and write the receipt, and I will transfer it to you now."

Soon, Yi Bing had written the paperwork.

"The money has been transferred to you." Ouyang Feng said.

"OK! Boy, come on, let's do it again." Yi Bing roared at Zhang Fan.

Ouyang Feng walked up to Zhang Fan with a smile on his face, patted Zhang Fan on the shoulder and said: "Brother, do you want to sell your big red robe? The price my grandpa said is 10 million per gram. Anyway, you still have it."

There are so many, I only want a hundred grams!”

The people around him suddenly became silent.

Ten million grams? One hundred grams?

One billion! Damn your grandma! Is this tea?

Wait, this guy has tea worth a billion?
Chapter completed!