Long Shuai's Red Packet Reception

"Brother Lin, what did you say?"

"One million," Lin Yi said, "If you send a few thousand to tens of thousands at a time, how long will it take?"

Zhang Xiaoyu swallowed her saliva. Back then, Brother Lin had tipped her 500 super rockets. She was so excited that she couldn't sleep at night.

Little did she know that in Brother Lin's eyes, this was not even pocket change.

"Wait a minute, what are you two talking about? You want to give out a red packet of one million yuan?" Long Shuai glared at them.

"That's right. I'll give out one million yuan first. Then, you'll have to give two million yuan. After that, I'll give out another four million yuan. How about that?"

Long Shuai and Bai Bingyu gulped at the same time.

"You can't even brag like that."

"What's there to brag about? It's just a million yuan. It's not like it's an astronomical figure."

At this moment, Zhang Xiaoyu said,