"According to my recent investigation, the Cheng Family is a decent sheep."
The Cheng Family only became nouveau riche by receiving a huge sum during the demolition and relocation a few years ago. Cheng Hao, Cheng Yang's father, has some business acumen, seized the real estate trend, and founded Cheng Clan Real Estate.
Their current total assets are around 8.035 billion, with most of that invested in the construction of a commercial district.
Both the location and size are just right."
Su Ci couldn't help but admire Lan Wanting's efficiency; she had compiled all the useful information about the Cheng Family in just a few minutes.
However, hearing Lan Wanting say this reminded her that there was indeed a cannon fodder character surnamed Cheng in the plot, who was later casually wiped out by the company Ye Chen founded.
What a coincidence!
She never expected to run into him herself.
Cheng Yang thought the three women were considering his suggestion, and seeing their prolonged silence, he asked, "How are the three ladies considering my proposal?"
Su Ci glanced at the Sales Associate: "What is the total cost?"
The Sales Associate thought Su Ci was giving up and breathed a few sighs of relief. His store couldn't afford to incur the wrath of either side. He tallied the prices of all the clothes: "Yes, madam. After rounding down, the total is 1,878,000 yuan."
The price announced by the Sales Associate made Cheng Yang doubt his own ears: "What? How much?"
Clearly, this quote was far beyond his estimate. Although the Cheng Family's assets amounted to eight billion, most of the assets in real estate were fixed assets, and available liquid cash was only about one-tenth of that.
So, his usual monthly allowance was 500,000 yuan, and now, during this critical period, he received less than 200,000 yuan per month.
The smile on the Sales Associate's face was beginning to crack. Why pretend to be a mogul if you don't have the money? "Sir, the total is 1,878,000 yuan."
After the Sales Associate confirmed the price again, Cheng Yang had to accept the truth: "What kind of clothes are this expensive?"
He had thought that no matter how much Su Ci and the two others spent to dress themselves up, it wouldn't exceed a few hundred thousand yuan. Given the looks of the three women, he could grit his teeth and pay that amount.
But the total was nearly two million right off the bat. Did his face have the words "Sucker" and "Sugar Daddy" written all over it?
His words drew quite a reaction.
People nearby cast strange looks at him, and many began whispering amongst themselves.
Cheng Yang knew he had lost his composure momentarily. Although he couldn't hear what the passersby were saying, his face felt burning hot.
He was a spendthrift every month. How could he possibly produce two million yuan now?
Ask his family for it?
If his family found out he needed two million yuan just to pick up girls, they would surely break his legs.
Rich people's money wasn't meant to be spent like that.
Over two million yuan was enough for him to tip a dozen female streamers or visit high-end nightclubs ten times over.
Should he leave now?
If word got out, the Cheng Family would lose face. How could he ever hold his head up among his peers in the circle afterward?
He gritted his teeth, his expression turning vicious as he glared at the Sales Associate and the three women: "Fine, very well! You three are trying to extort money from me, aren't you! Can *you* even afford that much money?!"
The crowd also directed scrutinizing looks at Su Ci and the other two.
"If you can't even afford this much, what are you talking about compensation for emotional distress? Stop pretending."
Su Ci looked disdainful, placing a black card on the counter: "Don't think that sticking two cloves of garlic in a pig's snout makes it an elephant; it's still a pig."
Without waiting for everyone to clearly see what the black card looked like, the Sales Associate took it, retrieved the card machine, and swiped it. The displayed balance made her pupils constrict; the long string of zeros made her dizzy, and her tone became noticeably more respectful: "Please enter your password, madam."
For a moment, the air grew silent, leaving only the sound of people breathing and the whooshing of the air conditioner's cold air.
Su Ci, her expression unchanged, stretched out her finger and pressed a few digits. Cheng Yang's heart involuntarily leaped into his throat.
Could it be that the three women really had two million yuan?
"Payment successful."
Along with the prompt tone, a small receipt was ejected from the card machine, simultaneously shattering Cheng Yang's last shred of dignity.
"This... how is this possible."
Cheng Yang's face was filled with disbelief. Even with the facts right in front of him, he still couldn't believe that the three young women could produce so much money at once. Everything seemed to point to one possibility.
Thinking of this, Cheng Yang suddenly felt confident, his eyes full of provocation and mockery. He pointed his finger at the disfigured woman, and just as he opened his mouth to say that Su Ci and the others were no different from her, his vision blurred.
A strong wind brushed past his face, and then his throat was seized by a large hand, preventing him from making a sound. His breathing stopped, and his body was lifted into the air.
He glanced down and met Jiang Su's icy gaze, feeling as if he had instantly plunged into an ice cave: "You really don't learn your lesson, do you? Or do you think that just because you're the Cheng Family's Second Young Master, I wouldn't dare lay a hand on you?"
Just based on the change in Cheng Yang's expression, she could guess that nothing good was about to come out of his mouth. With Su Ci's permission, she had to ensure that any filthy words would never reach Su Ci's ears.
Cheng Yang struggled with all his might. Just as Jiang Su had said, he truly believed that the three women wouldn't dare use force against him. After all, in his eyes, how could three ordinary people dare to attack someone with his status and background?
Only at this moment, when he deeply experienced the ruthlessness of Jiang Su and the others, did he suddenly realize that the people before him were not as simple as he thought. He had definitely met his match today.
He grabbed the hand that Jiang Su was restraining him with and struggled desperately several times, but couldn't shake it off at all, his face turning blue.
Su Ci patted Sister Su's shoulder: "Sister Su, don't kill him yet! We haven't gotten the compensation for emotional distress!"
Her tone was so casual, as if Cheng Yang's life was just a roadside ant that could be crushed effortlessly.
Only then did Jiang Su slightly loosen her grip, giving Cheng Yang a chance to breathe.
Before Cheng Yang could recover, Su Ci had already reached into his pocket and taken his phone. She held the phone up and shook it in front of Cheng Yang: "Password."
Cheng Yang took several deep, ragged breaths before regaining his senses: "What do you want to do?"
"What do I want to do? Calculate the compensation for emotional distress, of course. If you can't pay, surely the Cheng Family behind you can!"
Su Ci was completely justified.
Cheng Yang nearly fainted from Su Ci's words.
He hadn't even done anything yet, and the words he wanted to say to humiliate the three women were stuck in his throat. Now, they were demanding compensation for emotional distress from him. He must not have checked the almanac before leaving home today; he was having the worst luck ever.
After only a moment of hesitation, the force in Jiang Su's hand increased again.
Cheng Yang panicked instantly and blurted out the password.
Su Ci entered the password, searched the contacts, and then dialed a voice call.
Seeing the call connect, Cheng Yang sneered inwardly.
They were tired of living if they dared to ask the Cheng Family for money.
Just wait for his father or elder brother to bring people over.
Those three would have a tough time.
"Hello! What is it? Out of money again?"
A slightly impatient middle-aged male voice came from the other end of the phone.