"Two hundred and twenty million." Zheng Tian shouted through gritted teeth.
Ding Jian leaned slightly against the back of his chair, pinched Verity Sang's wrist, and said with a dull expression, "Twenty million, fifty million."
The guests looked at Zheng Tian, whose face was a little grim, and then at Ding Jianwei, who was calm and composed, as if losing 250 million yuan was as easy as losing two dollars, and they all knew what was going on.
It seems that Zheng Tian, the fierce dragon that crosses the river, still cannot defeat the established family.
Ding's funds are still very strong.
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