"One hundred million US dollars? Yan Ye, are you trying to dismiss me like a beggar?" Ye Chen chuckled incredulously.
"Uh... one hundred million US dollars is already my utmost capability!" Yan Ye looked nervously at Ye Chen, fearing he might suddenly make an outrageous demand. What an international joke; back then, when China had the Wenchuan earthquake, how much did our own country donate? Now Leisure City is in trouble, and I've offered one hundred million US dollars in one go, yet Ye Chen is still unsatisfied. Yan Ye was somewhat worried and scared.
"Utmost capability? I think not," Ye Chen sneered. "Recently, your government has allocated a trillion dollars to restart a previously halted project, haven't they!"
"Ah! I... I don't know what you are talking about, sir!" Yan Ye was terrified, breaking into a cold sweat. Could Ye Chen have seen through his secret? Yan Ye's demeanor was like that of a young girl who'd been exposed. He was sweating profusely from anxiety.
