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Chapter 53 : One hundred million is blackmail? Sorry, it’s 200 million now! [10 more for monthly pass]

Hearing the news of Chen Daorong’s escape, Li Wanli angrily picked up the vase and smashed the glass coffee table on the spot.

But after the anger passed, he was once again swept by fear and collapsed on the sofa. Hearing the sound of the antique clock, he was scared to urinate.

It wasn’t until a lot of bodyguards were called to the living room to surround him, and then I felt a little sense of security, and trembling till dawn.

But although it is dawn, the day will always pass.

I almost died last night, what about tonight?

Realizing this, Li Wanli became more frightened, and somewhat madly began to find a way.

But with his brain blank, he hurried around like an ant on a hot pot in the living room, but he couldn’t think of any way to do it.

Until just now.

He suddenly remembered Zhang Qingxuan.

As if he had caught the last life-saving straw, he quickly picked up his mobile phone and found the record of his last call with Zhang Qingxuan, and called this call.

“Find a feng shui place to bury yourself!”

Hearing Zhang Qingxuan’s words, Li Wanli, who was already on the verge of collapse, almost fell off the sofa.

He often trembled in a hurry: “No, no, the trail leader, you say, how much do you say, as long as you can save my life, I will agree to the amount of money!”

On the other end of the phone, Zhang Qingxuan said, “As long as it can save you, how much money will do?”

“Well, give me a hundred million, and I will save your life.”

“One billion?!”

Li Wanli exclaimed like a cat stepped on its tail.

He is a businessman.

Let him take out one hundred million so plainly, he even forgot the panic in an instant.

“Long Dao, you are a lion’s big mouth!”

“Don’t you monks all talk about being compassionate, saving one’s life is better than building a seventh-level buddha? You, aren’t you blackmailing me?”

“Blackmail you?” Zhang Qingxuan suddenly laughed. “It’s ridiculous!”

He didn’t quite understand.

Is there something wrong with this person’s brain, he can say such things.

He said indifferently: “Saving a life is better than building a seventh-level Buddha. That is what the bald Buddhists talk about. I am a Taoist priest, so this statement has nothing to do with me.”

“I have no obligation to help you, saving your life, it was originally a deal.”

“Since you think my lion speaks loudly and blackmails you, that’s fine.”

“I don’t want you for a dime, and you don’t have to look for me again.”

“Go to those who you think are compassionate and save your life.”

“Dududu…”

After speaking, Zhang Qingxuan hung up the phone directly.

Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Li Wanli, who was too frightened just now to control himself, was sitting on the sofa to weigh the pros and cons.

How to choose between fate and money, he unexpectedly hesitated.

And at this moment.

A cool breeze suddenly blew across the back of Li Wanli’s neck.

He shivered suddenly, his body stiffened suddenly.

Recalling the horror of last night, he finally figured out which is more important, quickly picked up the phone again, and called Zhang Qingxuan back.

Although one billion is a lot, but life is gone. What is the use of more money?

Soon, the call was connected.

“The trail is long, one hundred million, I will give it!”

He said with difficulty.

But Zhang Qingxuan’s laughter came out of the telephone receiver.

“One billion is the price just now.”

“Now, two hundred million, one point less will not work.”

Li Wanli squeezed the phone tightly: “You…”

“What am I? That’s right, I’m just ruining you.”

Zhang Qingxuan sneered: “Of course, you can completely prevent me from ruining it.”

“Like I just said, you can find someone you think is compassionate to save you.”

“Or…just let your dad take you, Laozi, who will never live beyond your own life, and take away the unfilial son who replaced your own glory and wealth!”

“I’m very busy, I don’t have so much time to talk to you.”

“Promise or not, give you three seconds to think about it.”

Zhang Qingxuan was sitting on the steps in front of the bank and knocking on Erlang’s legs leisurely.

But whether he is busy or not, he has the final say.

“However, Chairman Li, you must think about it.”

“This call is hung up, and the next one is not as simple as 200 million.”

“three.”

“two.”

“one.”

Li Wanli almost broke a tooth, he gritted his teeth and said: “200 million, I promised!”

After saying these words, he seemed to have been emptied of all his strength and slumped on the sofa.

Two hundred million!

His company has a lot of market capitalization, from billions to tens of billions.

But that is the market value, and it does not mean that the money is Li Wanli’s own!

Two hundred million is almost the maximum amount he can take out of cash! *