"What if you lose?"
Zhang Beixing asked with a smile.
"What did you say?"
Frank used his pinky finger to dig his ear, as if it was hard to believe what he had just heard. It was no small amount after all, and even as the second in line of the Goya Clan, he couldn't just casually come up with such a figure.
As for who could come up with such a figure at a similar age, other than the heirs of the Eight Great Clans, Frank couldn't think of anyone.
But would the heirs of the Eight Great Clans appear here? In Frank's eyes, that was even more outrageous than Zhang Beixing himself being able to come up with fifty billion.
After all, being able to produce money is a matter of financial power, but to have the heir of the Eight Great Clans do such a thing is not something money can solve.
"If I lose, you can do whatever you want."
Frank, feeling confident he wouldn't fail, pretended to be magnanimous and let Zhang Beixing put forth any condition.
