Zhao Bin is sitting on Fan Zhiwei's Bentley. He just feels like a luxury car. The interior of the car is very luxurious.

"This time, please, as long as you can cure my daughter's asthma, the club will give you a 60% share."

"No, we weren't talking about the whole club just now?"

Dong Thirteen, a co-driver, was reluctant to see Fan Zhiwei in the back seat, fighting for Zhao Bin.

Fan Zhiwei looked at Dong XIII and smiled helplessly. As such an intermediary, he really did not want to say much, but was afraid of Zhao Bin's misunderstanding. He said, "Do you think he could go on with this...