Money was merely a number in his eyes?
"Brother Long, getting one hundred million in old banknotes might be a bit slow." After all, this was old currency, not comparable to modern technology. Even with Xiao Lingyue's influence, it would still have to go through a process.
"Mm, I understand," Qin Long said slowly as he began to eat a slice of steak. "Just take your time accumulating it. I'll let you know when I need it."
"Alright, Brother Long, I understand," Xiao Lingyue replied, her expression respectful as she refilled his cup with hot water.
"By the way, Brother Long, how should this be delivered?" Xiao Lingyue wanted to be clear on the details.
"Just say it's a gift from me, Qin Long.
"Since we're giving a gift, we should do it openly and generously.
"And more importantly, we need to slap Wang Ming hard in the face. We have to let him know that it was I, Qin Long, who did the slapping!"
