"This..."
Upon hearing the benefits Hao Jian mentioned, Bafil hesitated, unable to suppress the greed in his eyes. As a minor warlord, he could only barely survive in this slum.
At most, he bullied the impoverished residents here, demanding some food to survive, or otherwise capturing a few women to play with.
But when it came to making money, that was absolutely impossible. Everyone was already impoverished; where would there be any wealth? At most, some gold and silver jewelry, and even that was rare.
However, what Hao Jian talked about—a hundred million U.S. dollars—was different. This was not their local Central African Franc, and their country's currency system had collapsed the moment the war began.
But these U.S. dollars were different; it was international currency. As soon as he left the country, he could use this money elsewhere to live well, without being stuck in this wretched place anymore.
