Qian Jincheng's mouth twitched. Looking at Zhao Zili who looked like a mad demon in front of him, he felt a little scary.
This time, I felt terrified not for the mysterious and powerful Mr. Li behind Zhao Zili, but simply for the person Zhao Zili.
I'm afraid this person isn't crazy?
Just as Qian Jincheng was speculating like this, Zhao Zili's voice came over again.
"In order to thank you for helping me complete my transformation, I decided to give you a chance to die."
"Anyway, your flying director is finished. I'll give you 8 million!"
Qian Jincheng looked at Zhao Zili in disbelief. After a long time, he angrily said, "You are so fucking crazy!"
As the second largest mobile phone manufacturer in China, Feidao Company has a net profit of more than 8 million yuan per year. Zhao Zili actually proposed to buy Feidao with 8 million yuan, and Zhao Zili almost got angry.
"Even if I burn the flying director with a torch, I will definitely not be cheap!"
Looking at the roaring Qian Jincheng, Zhao Zili sneered: "That's right, during the day, I thought so too when you asked me for 5 million to acquire Weilan."
"But I have other options, such as finding a backer, but you don't."
"If you refuse, then okay, you have heard what Mr. Zhang said just now. Wanji Electric will no longer provide your flying guide with any semiconductor material."
"Without the materials, are you going to buy foreign garbage that is expensive, low-performance, and outdated, or watch your competitors swallow your market share, and then you are sued by the supplier with a contract to bankruptcy?"
"Or you do have a third choice, that is, as you said just now, burn the flying guide with a fire. In that case, believe me, unless you can live to 200 years old, you will never be able to do this in your life.
Out of the prison.”
"Arson on purpose, even if it is your own company, it is a crime."
With a sneer, Zhao Zili looked up at Qian Jincheng, who was trembling with fear in front of him and said slowly: "Or, just honestly take the 8 million I gave you to be a stable rich man with the 8 million I gave you?"
Qian Jincheng looked at Zhao Zili in horror and screamed: "Devil! You are a devil!"
Looking at Qian Jincheng coldly, Zhao Zili said slowly: "I am indeed a devil, because you forced me."
With a thud, Qian Jincheng sat on the ground with his butt, his eyes were dull.
Zhao Zili said calmly: "I will give you three minutes to consider whether to choose to end all this with 8 million, or stay in bankruptcy or sit in prison, you can choose it yourself."
A humiliating anger burned deep in his heart. Qian Jincheng wanted to kill Zhao Zili with one punch, but his clenched fists loosened and he seemed to have been aged for dozens of years.
"I regret it so much! I shouldn't have provoked you!"
Close his eyes, Qian Jincheng cried. Looking at Qian Jincheng who was crying and regretting that he could not do anything, Zhao Zili felt indifferent.
If it weren't for Li Jin, then the one who was slumped on the ground and in pain at this time would be himself?
In the final analysis, all this is not because of money and Jincheng offended himself, but because he offended himself with Li Jin as his backer and boss!
So, all this comes from and whom to whom I have to be grateful to, Zhao Zili is clear in his heart.
...
Li Jin and his group didn't actually go far, after all, they had to wait for Zhao Zili to handle the matter well.
So when I walked to a cafe near the hot pot restaurant, the group found a quiet corner and sat down.