"Hundreds of thousands?"

The eyes of the other guys instantly doubled.

Isn't this clearly a blackmail?

Ye Fan really dared to speak out if he wanted a cup of wine of 100,000 yuan.

A smile appeared on Ye Fan's lips: "Oh, I seem to have forgotten, you are very rich, do you think 100,000 yuan is too cheap?"

"No, no, no."

The members of Kmora all shook their heads, "It's no longer cheap."

I thought to myself that it’s not just not cheap, it’s simply blackmail.

Unexpectedly, a member of Kmora, who is known for kidnapping and extortion, capsized in the gutter of Qingyang City and was extorted by a Chinese teenager.

They seem to understand a truth: to treat others with their own way.

"Can you lose some?"

Ye Fan shook his head: "I see you guys continue to drink."

"No, no, then just one glass of wine costs 100,000 yuan."

The Kmora members gritted their teeth and agreed.

If you drink it, it will be a terrible thing.

Now as long as they don’t drink, they can do anything. Not to mention 100,000 yuan per cup, even 200,000 yuan, they have to agree.

"Very good." Next, Ye Fan began to count the amount of wine he had not drunk yet.

"One cup, two cups, three cups..."

Listening to his voice, the faces of Kmora members kept twitching.

One cup costs 100,000 yuan, and ten cups cost 1 million yuan. It seems that the amount of unmoved wine left on the table is far more than ten cups.

"Fifty-one cups." Ye Fan said, "The quantity is very discounted, even if it is fifty cups, a total of five million yuan."

"Ahem..."

The long-haired foreigner coughed excitedly and his face turned ugly.

Five million!

They are just workers, so how can they get so much money?

This time, the scene was caused by the intention of Mr. Alfred.

Because according to the tip, Ye Fan has not been in and out of the Nightingale Bar for a long time, and he has ruined their business while he is away.

Who knew that as soon as they took action, Ye Fan caught them.

They are just the lower-level personnel of Kmora. If they were 500,000, they could barely get all of them, and five million, for them, it would be a sky-high price.

Ye Fan asked, "Are you paying cash or swiping your card?"

"Master Fan, wait. Even if we sell us a few, it will not be worth five million."

The long-haired foreigner looked anxious and then took out his cell phone: "Mr. Alfred, the matter has been ruined."

"What does it mean?" A very dissatisfied voice came from the other end, "Why do you guys not even do anything to smash the situation?"

"We were not careful in the Nightingale bar, spending too much, and having no money to pay the bill."

"Will you not leave without money? Are you not brainy? We still need to pay when we spend money on Kemora?"

"I can't leave, boss, send someone to pick us up. Also, we have spent five million."

"Bastard, I'm not going to let you spend money on the situation."

When Alfred heard that the few younger brothers not only failed, but instead spent only 5 million, he was furious.

"It's hard to describe it. Boss, you must save us, or you'll just wait to collect the body."

After saying that, the long-haired foreigner obviously drank high and bragged and showed off his bragging. "Of course, I'm sure we can earn hundreds of billions a year. Five million is just a small amount of money. Let's wait, and we will guarantee that the money will be delivered later."

"Do you owe me money now?"

"That's right."

"I didn't force you to blackmail you."

"no……"

The other party thought, it would be strange if it wasn't.

Ye Fan smiled: "Very good, I like how you look now."

When the long-haired foreigner heard this, he couldn't help but tighten his chrysanthemum.

Made, what does this mean? You will not take advantage of yourself later.

"Mr. Fan, I guarantee that I will give you a lot of money. I... I won't sell myself."

"I'm not interested even if you sell your butt."

Ye Fan patted the other party’s forehead and said, “I want to remind you, do you have to pay interest if you owe debts?”

"That's right."

The guy didn't come back to his senses for a moment and nodded in a reasonable way.

"I heard that Kemora is rich and powerful. You just said that you are not short of money by making tens of billions a year."

"yes……"

"Then it's better to do this, ten minutes, ten percent interest, that is, every ten minutes, you will have to pay an extra half a million on the basis of five million."

Five million in ten minutes!

Several Kmora members couldn't help but be dumbfounded. This is more expensive than spending money to sleep with popular Hollywood female stars.

Seeing the other party's shocked look, Ye Fan couldn't help but smile: "Is it because I have never seen the world, and the interest rate is lower?"

“no.”

Several people shook their heads neatly.

Ten percent interest is still low? This is even worse than usury.

"Mr. Fan, I am not Kmora's boss either. You can't blackmail like this."

"If you think I'm blackmailing, it's better to call the police."

"I……"

The long-haired foreigner held his cell phone and hesitated, and he didn't dare to call the police at all.

Once the police investigated and found out that Kmora was active in China, they would definitely drive all of these guys away.

"Do you want me to take you to the police station?"

"No."

The long-haired foreigner shook his head repeatedly.

"That means, I didn't blackmail you, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Fan is kind and takes good care of us."

There was a clear crying voice in the other party's voice.

"If you want to save some interest, you have to urge your boss and send money quickly."

"OK."

The long-haired foreigner felt that Ye Fan's reason was more and more reasonable, so he called Alfred again.

"Boss, have you sent someone here?"

"You want to die, right?" Alfred was very upset. "Dare you instruct me to do things?"

The long-haired foreigner woke up halfway through the wine, and cold sweat broke out all over his body, and said tremblingly: "Old... Boss, don't get me wrong. I was confused just now, I deserve to die."

After saying that, he held the phone with one hand and slapped the other hand constantly.

After offending Alfred, he certainly knew that the consequences were serious, so he had to admit his mistakes and make up for them as soon as possible so that he could have room for recovery.

"You guys are waiting there."

After Alfred finished speaking, he displeased the phone.

He was wondering why my younger brother made trouble in the Nightingale Bar but couldn't escape.

I must have been stopped by someone watching the venue.

He decided to take action himself, one to destroy the majesty of Ye Fan, and the other to completely smash the scene.

Mr. Alexander, the leader of Kmora, sent another group of well-trained members, but the psychics did not include them for the time being, which made Alfred somewhat regretful, otherwise he would have made a fight with Ye Fan long ago.

Ten minutes have passed.
To be continued...