Feng Bo's eyes widened: "Ni Zhen, who is as rich as anyone in the country and is known as the 'God of Wealth' by the underworld, can't afford 10 million. Are you kidding me?"
"Hehe, it's true." Axiang said with a playful smile beside him: "During this period, his business situation is not very ideal, and the capital turnover is difficult. It is really not that easy to come up with 10 million in one go.
Brother Feng, don’t believe the lies he will raise for you after he comes back. As the saying goes, no businessman can be a traitor, and he is the most treacherous traitor among businessmen."
"I really can't afford ten million." Ni Zhen said quietly: "Tell me, how can I buy his life?"
"Except money, nothing is reliable." Feng Bo also said quietly: "After so many years of experience, I have learned that except money, nothing else is reliable, especially promises."
"The cash I can take out now is only one million." Ni Zhen said: "It's in the safe in my office. Tell me, can you buy his life?" When he said this, Ni Zhen's heart was "
"Bang bang" is jumping. According to common sense, one million is enough to buy anyone's life, please buy a lot of thieves who kill without blinking an eye.[
But he had to tell him one million, because Feng Bo's eyes kept glancing at the safe. Now he was acting as a down-and-out boss who "will pay any price to buy Axiang's life." How could he not let go of the safe?
That little money? Of course he didn't want A Xiang to die. If A Xiang died, there would be no hope.
Axiang looked at Feng Bo nervously as well. He was so nervous at this time that he no longer needed to perform.
"No." Feng Bo finally said: "One million is not enough to buy his life."
Ni Zhen and A Xiang breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts at the same time, but Feng Bo continued: "But you can buy one of his arms."
Ni Zhen and A Xiang were both stunned. Feng Bo asked: "How about it? If I buy his arm for one million, will you do it?"
Ni Zhen's mouth opened. With his current status, of course he was "willing to do it", but would he let A Xiang lose an arm like this? A Xiang's face was ashen, but there was still an unwavering look in his eyes.
"I know you think it's a waste to buy an arm for one million." Feng Bo continued: "But this at least makes you feel relieved, right? Do you want this guy to leave here safe and sound?"