Ye Xiao extended three fingers, puzzling both Joff and An Meihui, as they had no idea what Ye Xiao meant by this.
It must be noted that the conditions An Meihui had just mentioned would surely excite anyone if told, as obtaining the Rothschild family's promise to provide an intelligence system was undoubtedly an incredibly advantageous proposition for anyone.
However, Ye Xiao did not see it that way.
"Mr. Ye, what do you mean?" Joff was completely baffled, unsure what these three fingers represented.
"Thirty million!" Ye Xiao said with a smile, looking at Joff.
What?
Hearing Ye Xiao's words, Joff was stunned. Was this a joke? This guy was actually asking him for money, and not just any amount, but thirty million.
Of course, as a legendary financial consortium, the mere thirty million was not a significant amount for him, and in his perspective, the Rothschild family's intelligence system was worth far more than thirty million.
