In the eyes of so-called wealthy businessmen, nothing in this world was truly a priceless treasure.
If you rejected their offer, it didn't mean you were too noble to be swayed by wealth. It just meant the price was too low—it hadn't struck a chord deep within your soul.
Su Yu was rejected by Yu Zitong. He showed no sign of disappointment, instead offering a faint smile. "How about five hundred million? Sell me this cat."
Jumping from one hundred million to five hundred million, Su Yu was determined to bury him in money until he handed the cat over with both hands.
Yu Zitong's eyes slowly widened as he stared at Su Yu in disbelief.
'Just how rich is this guy?'
The greed in his eyes was instantly exposed. After a few quick, deep breaths, Yu Zitong shook his head with a bitter smile and said, "Boss Su, there's something you don't know. I have a Blood Contract with Golden Pupils. Even if I sold it to you, it would be useless. It would still belong to me."
