But after the reshuffling of the apocalypse, 100,000 base credits was no small sum. Seeing Yi Ronghao and Jiang Yunhai remain silent, Song Chuhuan smiled faintly. "What's wrong? Afraid to take the bet?"
Yi Ronghao returned the faint smile. "You're on. What's there to be afraid of?"
Although the Yi family had been a well-known wealthy household before the apocalypse, Yi Ronghao's current financial situation in the post-apocalyptic world was no longer at a billionaire level. Still, he was comfortably well-off. After all, the Yi family had purchased a large amount of gold before the end of the world, originally intending to use it to preserve their wealth. When the apocalypse arrived, Yi Ronghao sold off all this gold, exchanging it for a substantial amount of base credits.
Thus, he could be considered well-off now; at the very least, his three close buddies were currently living off him. Therefore, upon hearing the bet, Yi Ronghao agreed without hesitation.
