"It's okay." Ye Chen waved his hand: "You go buy it first, how much it costs, issue an invoice, and I'll reimburse you. If you don't have the money to pay in advance, it doesn't matter. When you're done, give me a call and I'll arrange for someone to go over and settle the bill."
Liu Jiahui became more and more frightened. He knelt on the ground and said with a remorseful face: "Mr. Ye, I sincerely regret. Please give me another chance. We can discuss the specific amount..."
Ye Chen smiled slightly: "Mr. Liu, there is no need to say this again. I don't want any of your money. You just need to get on the road and don't worry about the rest."
Liu Jiahui was so frightened that he cried loudly. He felt that if Ye Chen really wanted to kill him, he would have no chance to survive. Even if he was worth hundreds of millions, Wan Pojun had ten thousand ways to kill him in one day.
Thinking of this, his desire for survival was instantly overflowing, and he said in great pain: "Mr. Ye... I promise... I promise you, isn't it okay? Twenty billion in ten years, I'm just trying to sell iron.
I must find a way to get it together."
Ye Chen looked at him with interest and asked curiously: "Mr. Liu, didn't I just say that if I want your money, I might as well kill you directly? Why did you change your mind so quickly?"
Liu Jiahui cried and said: "Mr. Ye, I haven't lived enough yet... Please give me a chance..."
Ye Chen chuckled and said, "The opportunity was given to you just now, but you couldn't grasp it."
Liu Jiahui was extremely frightened and cried loudly: "Mr. Ye...how do you want me to be satisfied...as long as you can stay in the next place, I will agree to whatever you say...
..”
Liu Jiahui cried hoarsely, completely unlike an old man in his fifties with a successful career.
At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a quick voice came: "Dad, what's wrong with you?!"
Ye Chen frowned slightly, and he knew without turning around that it was Liu Manqiong who was here.
It's just that Ye Chen didn't understand why Liu Manqiong suddenly appeared at the airport because he was supposed to be doing a charity sale in Tsim Sha Tsui today.
When Liu Jiahui saw his daughter coming, he was overjoyed. As if he had grasped a life-saving straw, he cried and shouted: "Man Qiong, please save dad! Mr. Ye wants dad's life, there is nothing you can say."
I have to beg for mercy for my father..."
Liu Manqiong looked at Ye Chen in shock and blurted out: "Mr. Ye, what on earth is going on??"
Ye Chen turned around, looked at Liu Manqiong, and said seriously: "I'm sorry, Miss Manqiong, but your father and I have some old scores to settle."
While Liu Manqiong rushed over to pull Liu Jiahui up, she looked at Ye Chen with wide eyes and asked: "Mr. Ye, my dad said you wanted his life, is this true?"
Ye Chen shrugged his shoulders and said: "Miss Manqiong, I didn't want his life, I just wanted him to give me an explanation, but he was afraid that I would ask for his money, so he chose to die as an apology.
Maybe for Mr. Liu, money is more important than life."
Liu Jiahui didn't dare to let Liu Manqiong pull him up, so he quickly pushed her hand away, knelt on the ground again, looked at Ye Chen and choked up: "Mr. Ye, money is not as important as life... Money is really not as important as life.
..."
Liu Manqiong looked at her father's fearful look and asked Ye Chen angrily: "Mr. Ye, my father is already old. How did he offend you? Do you want to do this to him?!"