"I guarantee you'll pocket no less than 100,000 yuan. That settles it!" Zhan Feiyu decisively interrupted Zhu Bufan's rambling.
Zhu Bufan immediately shut up, and Zhan Feiyu continued, "However, it's contingent on you actually curing their illness. Otherwise, you won't get a dime, got it?"
"Rest assured, there is no illness on this earth that I, Zhu Bufan, cannot handle!" Zhu Bufan boasted, thumping his chest with grand assurance.
Yeah right, full of hot air, Zhan Feiyu thought helplessly, rolling her eyes at Zhu Bufan, filled with disdain. This guy is all talk, not a single word he says is true. What if he can't cure the illness when the time comes?
