Dong Jiuxiang's gaze had never strayed an inch from Lin Hai.
"Something worth seven million, to say you'll buy it, and then actually buy it."
"The most important thing is, this person in front of me, dressed in the most ordinary way imaginable, even with a hint of decadence, is without any semblance of the aura of a superior."
The man was staring intently at the black card, muttering: "A World Bank international card, and moreover a Black Diamond card among international VIP cards, belonging to the top tier."
Such a card, the man had never seen before, though he was fortunate to have heard of it.
Of course, it was only hearsay.
It is said that those who can own such a card, it's not just about having money, but most importantly, status.
It is said that those who hold such a top-tier card are at least royalty of some small country.
But how could someone dressed in cheap street market clothes, looking completely dissolute and unimpressive, possibly have such a thing?
