Chen Cheng's face, a strong and overwhelming sourness.
Back then at the black market, he was the only delinquent aside from Zhang Fan's group.
Witnessing the whole Gambling Stone storm and wager tumult, he was almost scared to death on the spot.
Sixty billion, not counting the Jade half-gifted to Ouyang Feng by Zhang Fan which alone was worth fifteen billion.
Add it all up, a total of seventy-five billion!
Among it, there were some extras he hadn't calculated.
The extras here, at least another five billion!
So, Zhang Fan's assets are at least eighty billion now!
Eighty billion what kind of concept is that?
Holy ****! Can easily crush these hundreds of people with that count.
Ragged car?
That ugly as sin car of Zhang Fan's, people from Tsinghua have already smashed it.
Glass, it's super bulletproof glass.
Body, it's a kind of memory metal.
Performance, it's a supercar.
You call this a ragged car?
Father, how pumped up are you?
