"...," Gu Jiangming struggled to open his blood-caked mouth but could not speak.
The rest of the people were also shockingly looking at Xu Shu.
Xu Shu looked back at them and said, "Do you see any problem with this?"
"No problem, absolutely no problem," said the beautiful woman surnamed Qin as she shook her head.
"I think so indeed, no problem," Wei Wujiu said.
"What do you mean no problem? You really are good for nothing but farting!"
Butcher Zhang raised his voice, meeting Gu Jiangming's hopeful gaze, and continued, "If not, how could it be called a wager? If you ask me, you've shorted him. The total should be 4.8 million, and that's an unlucky number. Let's round it up to 5 million!"
The room fell silent for a moment:
"Hahaha, Butcher Zhang has a point!"
"That settles it, then. There's really no problem."
For a while, several people applauded in agreement, filling the room with laughter and a lively atmosphere.
