"Stinky boy, it's no good looking for your second brother, talk about it." Han Meng himself lit a cigar, took two strong puffs and looked at Xiaoyang with his head tilted.

"Second brother, I'm not at all polite, just say it." Xiaoyang Hey Hey smiled, "Can you help me get a 10 billion loan?"

plop.

Han Meng fell off the sofa in an instant, and all his cigars fell to the ground.

"Why do you want so much money? Ten billion, I depend on..."

Xiao Yang smiled and took his face a little more seriously.

"Brother, I won't beat around the bush with you. I want ten billion dollars to...