But of course, what little they had here could not be found outside.
However, he felt uneasy about charging 50 million yuan for such a small amount of information.
Of course, if she was not offering 50 million yuan, he was unwilling to risk offending the reclusive families to sell this information.
The chubby man observed Qiao Nian's reaction and opened his mouth. "Sun, why don't…"
"50 million is not a small sum." Qiao Nian took a silver lighter from her pocket and played with it. Her eyes were cold and impatient. "I'm only buying information. Whether I'm satisfied or not is my business. I won't find trouble with you."
The chubby man understood she wanted to buy the information, so he did not hesitate. He turned around and shot the shop assistant a look before smiling apologetically to the girl. "Please wait for a moment. I'll go get the information."
If he sold information on the black market, it would be in a leather bag.
