Gale sneered at Christopher. “Christopher, don’t assume you can make money already just because you’ve lived away from the village for some time. I dare you to continue boasting!”
Christopher inhaled deeply and smiled at Gale. “Gale, if I’m able to take out the money, you should just smash your BMW. Don’t be such a loser!”
“Hah, you jerk! After coming back to the village, your outfits remain shabby and you don’t even have a car, yet you dare to boast in front of me. Fine! Not only will I smash my BMW, but I’ll even eat it up after smashing it, as long as you’re able to cough up 500,000!”
Looking disdainful, Gale crossed his arms and leaned against his BMW.
Then, Christopher looked at Justin, the village chief. “Mr. Smith, can I make an electronic transfer to you?”
Justin nodded immediately, looking excited. “You bet! That’s even better as it will save me a lot of trouble.”