They had never thought of this number.

The only thing they have is * to reach that number.

Wu Bing and the other two turned pale.

One billion?

Master, you are too cruel.

Even if you sell him, he's not worth 1 billion.

This is ten billion, how can he come up with so much money?

Wan Ru remained calm and composed, saying, "You have a minute to think about it."

Gu Zixuan is alive again.

Forget it, forget it, as long as I can survive, I'll give it my all.

But he really couldn't come up with ten billion.

So, he knelt down again and pleaded with Wanru: "I only have a little over 800 million in my card. Can I collect the rest?"

"How much do you have?" Wanru asked.

When Gu Zixuan heard this, he thought, "Hey, there's hope."

"Let me check."

He took out his phone, only to find it was broken. He then looked at the people on the ground and asked in a tearful voice, "Does anyone have a phone I can use?"

Someone lent him a cell phone.

He logged into the bank system and took a look, then said carefully, "There are still 857,854,203 yuan."

"You keep three, and transfer the rest."

It’s like taking out your phone and entering an account.

This is the account number given to him by Tang Xiaobao, the account used by Gui Jian. No one can trace the money. The person is dead, so how can it be traced?

Gu Zixuan was in tears.

Keep three yuan?

What the hell do you mean by leaving me three yuan?

In order to survive, he was willing to give up everything. Fearing that Wanru would regret it, he quickly transferred the money.

The whole process seemed to be supervised.

In fact, even without supervision, Gu Zixuan wouldn't dare to play tricks.