C302 Homocotyledon

"Old money, lend me twenty million. If you win this round, I'll pay you twenty-one million yuan."

Zhang Zeyu suddenly looked at the pot-bellied middle-aged man at his table and asked him for money.

Old Qian naturally saw that Koo Beichen was not simple. If he continued to play, he would only end up losing. How would he dare to lend money to Zhang Zeyu?

No one was willing to lend money to him