C317 Kick the Iron Plate

Zhao Bing's driver went back to the driver's seat, took out a wallet and counted out 3000 yuan. He handed it to Barehead Xiang and said, "Here, here's 3000 yuan. Let's go."

"Yo, you're quite rich. If I say three or five thousand, that would mean three thousand. Five thousand would solve the problem." Barehead Xiang said while shaking his shoulders.

The driver glanced at him