While Jiang Hou was signing for the resources, under the tumultuous clouds, Jiang Ruochan, standing on the mountaintop, also received a call.
An elderly man's voice came through: "I've already sent over the little guy's goods. Luckily, you were a bit more restrained this time and didn't give me too large a request."
The black-haired girl coughed lightly: "Of course, I'm always measured, aren't I?"
"Cut it out, if you were measured, it wouldn't get more exaggerated each time."
The elder on the other side said in an annoyed tone: "Last time you only paid back that two million, and then you turned around and asked me for over three million, and this time it's even over six million."
"According to your habit of doubling, are you planning to go up to tens of millions next time?"
"...Not necessarily." The black-haired girl had a fleeting look of embarrassment on her face because she had indeed thought about it that way.
