"Sorry, I don't have any money in my card. But I can write a check to you!" Zhuo Yifan's heart moved, and he took out his checkbook and said to the young man.
"Check?" The young man was stunned when he heard this and stared at Zhuo Yifan with some surprise. This was the first time that he had encountered someone writing a check to him in so many years of practicing porcelain!
"That's right." Zhuo Yifan nodded, casually wrote a few numbers on the checkbook, then tore it off and handed it to the young man.
After the young man reacted, he took the check with a suspicious look on his face. After taking a look at the numbers on it, his eyes couldn't help but straighten.
"Xu Jie, what's wrong with you? Why are you in such a daze? Isn't the check this guy gave you a fake?" Seeing the young man stunned, one of the strong men couldn't help but frown and asked.
The hands of the young man named Xu Jie began to tremble, his lips trembled, and he said in a trembling voice: "The check is real, but what is written on it is..."
"Damn...how much did this guy give us? Isn't it thirty thousand?" Hearing this, the strong man couldn't help but cursed, snatched the check, glanced at the number on it, and followed suit.
Stunned.
"How is it? Are you satisfied with the number I gave?" Zhuo Yifan asked with a smile, but his eyes were full of sarcasm and disdain.
"Thirty... thirty thousand... no... it's thirty million!" the strong man stammered, as if he suspected that he was dazzled, and couldn't help blinking hard, and then he was sure of the number he saw.
It's true.[
It turns out that Zhuo Yifan directly wrote a check for 30 million yuan. Didn't the other party want money? To Zhuo Yifan, 30 million yuan is definitely a drop in the bucket, but to these gangsters,
That’s an astronomical amount of money! When they do a business, they usually only earn a few thousand yuan. For example, during the Chinese New Year, when they meet two rich people, they can earn tens of thousands. But these three
Ten million, they have never thought about it.
"Are you sure you want to compensate us 30 million?" Xu Jie asked with a hint of hesitation.
"Fuck...this is the first time I have seen so much money." The strong man holding the check did not hide the excitement on his face. It seems that as long as you have these 30 million, let alone
I broke my leg. Even if I die, he doesn't care.
"That's right. I will indeed compensate you 30 million. But you have to know that if you have the life to take the money, you have to have the life to spend it! I will give you 30 million, do you dare to take it away?" Zhuo Yifan squinted.
eyes, and sneered with disdain.
"Where did you come from with all this nonsense? I'm scared of you being a grandpa? Since you've lost money, just drive away. I've written down your license plate number and car model. If there's something wrong with this check, don't think
I can't find you! Then you will not lose money, but your life!" The strong man pretended to put the check into his pocket. His face did not hide the excitement in his heart, and he said viciously
Threatening Zhuo Yifan.
But before the strong man put the check into his pocket, Xu Jie quickly reached out and snatched the check back, then handed it directly back to Zhuo Yifan, frowning and said: "We don't want it."
Thirty million, only thirty thousand! Just write a check for thirty thousand!"
"Xu Jie, what are you doing? Thirty million, are you crazy? You actually gave it back to this kid?" When the strong man saw this, his eyes widened and he asked angrily.
