"That's fine."

He crossed Shen Wenshan to see Wei Shirui.

"Shi Rui, this philanthropist Mr. Shen can easily spend 80 million to spend money on his son."

"I don't know if there are any financial problems."

"You arrange for your people to conduct a thorough investigation."

"If any problem is discovered and it happens to be handed over to the public security organs for justice, it can be regarded as my contribution to socialism."

Wei Shirui's lips curved into a smile.

Haven't spoken yet.

Then Shen Wenshan was already shouting angrily.

"Zhang Tianci, please listen to me clearly. In my entire life, I hate being threatened the most."

"Give mercy to others."

"Don't talk too much today."

The person who answered him was not Zhang Tianci.

It was the gun in Wei Shirui's hand and the sound of loading.

Her cold voice, like the god of death landing in the room, drifted into Shen Wenshan's ears.

"Xiao Qi, call them."

"Put on the handcuffs, bring the guy, and tell them that this Mr. Shen is the person I want to deal with at Tianji Pavilion."

Shen Wenshan's face instantly turned pale.

Bai Wenguang was even more unsteady on his feet, staggering several steps, shaking his legs, and even his lips turned white.

"Are you from Tianji Pavilion?"

Bai Wenguang's voice trembled.

Don't wait for Wei Shirui to speak.

He spoke hastily.

"Eight million, eight million is eight million."

He muttered, then took out his checkbook with trembling fingers, fell to his knees with a bang, pressed his hands on the cement floor, raised his pen and wrote a series of numbers.

He tore off the check and respectfully presented it to Zhang Tianci.

"Mr. Zhang, this is 8 million as compensation for you. Please accept it."
Chapter completed!