In fact, if it were divided equally, everyone could dig it out with gritted teeth.
But regardless of the fact that even if they can afford it, they don't think it's worth it. Just talking about this fraction is clearly intended to ridicule and humiliate them.
"Crack!"
Modi, the first-level security chief who had a hot temper and had already suppressed his anger, slapped the table: "Are you impatient?! How dare you ask for so much money and insult us?!"
Lin En looked innocent: "Really? I just make a reasonable quotation based on human life."
"Boy." The president of the Lenk Chamber of Commerce's mouth twitched, "Don't be too greedy. We can give you a total of three hundred thousand gold at most. This is already a lot of money, enough for someone like you to spend a lifetime."
"Three hundred thousand gold?" Lin En laughed out loud, "Relf, the owner of the Old Nanyue Hotel, saved five hundred and forty thousand gold in one year by entertaining you."
"Ahem." Ralph coughed twice.
In front of so many powerful people, it is still a bit inappropriate to reveal one's true identity.
However, it was inconvenient for him to say anything more.
"If I could be bribed with 300,000 gold, I would have gone to Ralph to get the money last night." Lin En said.
The boss of Carmine Gramophone Company snorted: "You mean, the reason why you didn't find Ralph is because you hope to get far more money from us than 540,000 gold."
Lin En nodded slightly: "That's right."
"I don't have time to waste with you." The seventh prince didn't want to delay any longer, and let the public opinion outside continue to ferment, "One million gold. If you agree, we will complete the transaction before noon. If you don't agree, we don't have to negotiate with you to resolve the trouble.
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The inspector said coldly: "If you want to take more than ten thousand gold, you should first consider whether you have life flowers."
Lin En was not frightened, but instead smiled: "What do you mean, do you mean that I must accept your conditions and cooperate with you to deceive the people and completely cover up this big scandal?"
All the dignitaries were vaguely aware that Lin En's words were a bit unnatural.
However, they did not expect that the phone in the conference hall was connected, and the phone at the other end was connected to the loudspeaker in the square where tens of thousands of people were present.
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garden square
——"What else? Aren't we here to talk just to get what we want? What you want is money, what we want is reputation. As for the lives of the one or two hundred untouchables, there is really no need to worry about it.
Talk here."
——"It's understandable. In the eyes of big shots like you, two hundred lives and four hundred gold can be trampled on and discarded without blinking an eye."
——"What the hell do you mean?! We didn't come here during our busy schedule to listen to your weird rants!"
"Fuck you!"
"These crazy people! No! They don't deserve to be called human beings!"
"My aunt is on the missing list! These people had the nerve to say yesterday that this matter had nothing to do with them!"
More and more people gathered in the square, and in just four or five minutes, there were several thousand more people.
Now, as these people listened to the content on the radio, they became more and more excited, and many people cursed the powerful people involved on the radio.
In fact, most people have no contact with the two hundred victims.
The thing is they have one thing in common.
That is, they are all lower class people, and they are all untouchables in the eyes of the powerful.
This means that in the past year, it was those two hundred people who suffered indescribable torture. Next, each of them may become a new victim.
A huge sense of crisis was quickly established amidst waves of shouts.
Their voices gradually became unified, almost on par with those in the broadcast room.
At the same time, the plaza staff, who were quick to react, also rushed outside the broadcast room.
"Bang bang bang!"
The monitor on duty was sweating all over his body as he slapped the closed door hard.
He's finished.
His subordinates will all follow suit.
For more than a hundred gold, they became the helpers of those who criticized the powerful.
Tens of thousands of people were incited and the crowd was excited.
The bigger this group of people make a fuss, the worse their fate will be.
"Open the fucking door! Do you know what you are doing!"
"If you want to die, don't drag us along!"
"Open it quickly! Open it!"
After knocking on the door to no avail, the staff began to try kicking and banging on the door.
However, the dilapidated door that was usually crumbling due to years of disrepair now appears to be particularly strong.
Because just now, Capa and Osmond had moved everything that could be moved in the room and blocked the door.
This is their only route if they want to evacuate.
But in order to ensure that the broadcast can continue smoothly, they can only block it first.
"Be prepared." Osmond reminded Capa while pushing his body against the door.
"Yeah!" Capa loaded his gun and waited for the staff to break in and a fight would break out.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The force of the banging on the door continued to increase.
Sound is inevitably picked up by the microphone.
so--
——"I have just put a price on the innocent people who died and your lives——"
——“Bang!”
——"Who do you think you are?! You also set a price for us?!"
——“Bang!”
The angry people were stunned.
Why did the sound of banging on the door come from the radio?
"Does anyone want to interrupt the conversation of the dignitaries?" Some people asked themselves.
No!
Not so!
It sounds like the deal hasn't broken down yet! There's no need for any banging on the door!
So……
"It should be the broadcast room! It's the broadcast room!" Some smart people realized the source of the sound and immediately raised their arms and shouted, "Someone wants to interrupt the broadcast!"
"What?!"
"Someone doesn't want us to hear this! Someone wants to cover up the truth!"
"Damn it! These bastards! How long are you going to deceive us?!"
"Let's go! Let's go to the broadcast room!"
"I want to see who wants to interrupt the broadcast!"
From one word to another, the conclusion that "someone is breaking down the door of the broadcast room" quickly spread among the crowd.
Encouraged by each other, the excited people flocked towards the broadcasting room one after another.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
In the broadcast room, four or five staff members banged on the door and pushed it open a crack.
"It's open! It's open!" The shift leader, with quick eyes and quick hands, inserted the baton in his hand into the crack of the door, and then used prying to gradually make the gap wider.
"There are too many people!" Veins were surging on Osmond's forehead. He tried his best, but he still couldn't compete with the power of four or five people.
"Should I take action directly?!" Capa's forehead was covered with sweat and he pointed the gun at the door.
If you shoot now, bullets penetrating the door can effectively hurt the opponent, stop and delay their break-in.
But once a shot is fired, the situation will accelerate and the Guards Corps, which is responsible for maintaining law and order, may have to intervene, making it impossible for them to escape.
However, in the eyes of Capa and Osmond, this was never a multiple-choice question.
Shooting and then leaving can be a problem.
If you don't shoot, the door will be broken open and the broadcast will be terminated in a short time!
"Okay! Fight!" Osmond said.
Capa raised his gun decisively and pulled the trigger.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
But before he could shoot, their expressions changed.