Bao Gou was also quite helpless. Just now, while Chu Nan was retrieving his car, he wanted to take the chance to slip away, but his broken van was parked not far away. Even if he jumped into the van and drove off, it certainly wouldn't be faster than Chu Nan's business car. Reluctantly, he sent a WeChat message to his underlings for help, managing to scrape together a few thousand yuan after much effort.
Originally, Bao Gou planned to call Chen Youliang to bring over some money, but that guy simply wouldn't answer his phone—probably still getting a massage. Luckily, his underlings were around.
"Forget it, just give me all of it! I still have important things to do, so I'll give you a discount," Chu Nan said impatiently, waving his hand. Bao Gou breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, then began operating his phone.