"Miss zhihan, this ... This is a bit big. It's not easy to handle?" Xiang Gaoyuan wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to Zhi Han with a sad face.
"How much money can you afford?" Zhi Han asked.
"Our Xingfeng Chamber of Commerce is currently preparing for the spirit pills for the myriad pill feast. We've invested most of our money into it, so we can only take out around five million five-colored spirit stones at most." Xiang Gaoyuan almost cried when he said this. If it was any other time, he might be able to find a way to raise ten million five-colored spirit stones, but at this critical moment, he could not do it no matter what.
"Only five million." Zhi Han's expression turned even uglier. 'It's only five million. Why are you acting like you're a Big Shot? you made me think that you had a lot of confidence. I've fallen for Ling Chuxi's scheme by accident.'