"Do you think this Ning Xuan has some kind of powerful background?"
"Background or not, we'll know if we just look at his profile."
"That's right! You can pay to view any contestant's profile! Boss, how many Divine Crystals does it cost to see Ning Xuan's?"
"A thousand."
The manager of the betting station wasn't about to miss this opportunity and immediately made an exorbitant demand, sparking an immediate uproar.
"A thousand Divine Crystals? Why don't you just go rob someone?!"
"His odds of making the top ten are a thousand to one! And you want another thousand just to see his profile? Your Four Seas Bank is outrageously greedy!"
The voices of protest rose one after another.
"I'll cover the thousand," a voice suddenly cut in.
This was followed by shocked exclamations.
"Master Zhang is here!"
Someone asked in confusion, "Who is he?"
"You don't even know Master Zhang? Are you even from Dali? His name is Zhang Yi, the only son of Zhang Zhaoshen, the richest man in Dali!"
