"Brother-in-law, you don't have to say anything. I already know who's behind this; even my toes could figure it out—it's Zeng Xianren!"
Xu Xiangbei said casually while in the car.
"Ah, since you know, then it's none of my business. I really have nothing to do with this matter; I was just following his orders. You know, I'm just a small-time punk—no money, no power—I can't mess with big shots like you!" Chen Pingfan looked like he'd eaten dog feces, utterly miserable.
"I didn't say I wanted anything from you; I just asked him for 500,000. So how much did he ask from you?"
"Zeng Xianren, that bastard, that vampire... he asked me for 1 million, and was so 'kind' to offer 500,000 himself. Said it was free—only an idiot would believe that! It turns out he expects me to cover the whole cost.
God, where am I supposed to get that kind of money? He wants it within two weeks!" Chen Pingfan's eyes were filled with hatred, a towering resentment, and a hint of sorrow.
