"Him? Extraordinary?" Zhang Meilan snorted.
"He wasn't lying. He really did withdraw a lot of money," Tang Xuewu said, suddenly looking at her mother. "That waitress just had no judgment."
"Xuewu, what are you trying to say? Spit it out," Zhang Meilan said, leaning in eagerly.
"Qin Long really isn't short on money," Tang Xuewu said, her expression serious. "The card he has is Jiangzhong's highest-level Purple Crystal Card. Mom, do you know what that means? You need a net worth of at least fifty million yuan and significant influence just to apply for one."
A Purple Crystal Card... Zhang Meilan knew about them. Her father had once told her that only people from top-tier families were qualified to apply. You needed both wealth and power; money alone wasn't enough. Only promising young men like Wang Ming could get one. In all of Jiangzhong, fewer than ten people qualified. And Qin Long has one?
