The thing you least expected to happen happened anyway.
He felt a little regretful, suddenly.
Maybe, we shouldn’t ask for compensation. Doesn’t this remind the other party?
But now, regret is useless.
Just spend some money.
Although money is very important, there is no other way to avoid disaster when losing money.
Of course money is more important than life.
As the saying goes, if you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about running out of firewood.
He wants to stay alive and slowly make money.
So, he made a decision in his mind.
Although I have decided to spend money to buy my life, it is hard to say how much it will cost.
There is no upper limit, but there seems to be a lower limit, of course the less the better.
So Feng Sanpao cried pitifully: "Boss Tang, I really have no money. One million is what I have saved through so many years of hard work. If I still have money, I am your son."
It's hard to say about other aspects, but when it comes to blackmail, Tang Xiaobao is well-informed and very experienced.
Although Feng Sanpao performed the scene very well, especially the crying scene, he didn't believe it at all.
"What? You are my son. Damn it. I have a son like you. I would be so angry. Looking at your character, you are not my son. I have so much positive energy and sense of justice.
, how unlike you, you don’t follow any moral principles, no, no, no, you are not my son.”
Tang Xiaobao shook his head wildly, paused, and suddenly frowned: "Hey, that's not right. You are calling me old. I am only in my early twenties. How can I have a son as old as you? Do I look very old?"
Feng Sanpao cursed in his heart, but quickly changed his words: "No, no, no, I was wrong, I didn't mean it. Boss Tang, I really didn't mean it. I just said I didn't have any more money. Really?"
Yes, you believe me."
"Do I believe you?" Tang Xiaobao curled his lips: "People have said that they would rather believe that there are ghosts in the world than believe your Feng Sanpao mouth. How can I believe you? One million, I think this is an insult to you.
Ah, it’s too cheap. It’s not Chinese cabbage, let alone buying chickens, ducks, or dogs. How can it be so cheap?”
"But, I really have no money anymore."
Feng Sanpao burst into tears.
Tang Xiaobao asked with a smile: "Is it really gone?"
"There really aren't any more."
"Okay, Hu Lai, since he can't afford his life, let's kill him. Do it a little cruelly. It can also be considered as a way to comfort those dead brothers. Finally, cut the body into pieces and throw it into the sea to feed the fish."
Tang Xiaobao said seriously, but he was giving Hu Lai a wink.
Hu Lai was almost about to take action...if he hadn't seen with his own eyes the process of Tang Xiaobao blackmailing Harada-kun...
In his heart, he began to mourn Feng Sanpao.
If your boss cares about you, just ask for your blessings.
The drama needs to be done enough.
Hu Lai agreed, took out his gun, and stepped forward.
When Feng Sanpao saw this, he quickly shouted: "Boss Tang, please spare my life."
"I also want to spare your life, but you have no money. You can't afford your life. You can't blame me for this. In a word, when we talk about business, we need to be clean and straightforward. You see, when we came to buy
How happy it is when you buy weapons. You said five million US dollars. We will give you the money immediately without saying a word. You want to learn from us and be a happy person. A big man, procrastinating in doing things, this is not good.
good."
Tang Xiaobao said seriously.
Feng Sanpao was heartbroken.
There is no other way, just add more money.
How much can be added?
He began to be conflicted and entangled.
"One and a half million, I took out all my money."
Feng Sanpao screamed in pain, and his tears fell again.
Half of it was because of physical pain, and half of it was because of the physical pain in his heart.
One and a half million, for Tang Xiaobao, is naturally a drop in the bucket. To him, it is not a lot, but he loves money so much that asking for money would almost cost him his life.
Fortunately, he knew that life was slightly more important than money. Otherwise, he might be beaten to death and he wouldn't be willing to spit out the money.
"Killing, killing, killing is not fun at all." Tang Xiaobao waved his hand impatiently.
Hu Lai was a little embarrassed.
To kill or not to kill.
"I really have no money, Boss Tang, ancestor, if you kill me, I won't be able to get any more money."
Tang Xiaobao pretended not to hear and said to Hu Lai: "Don't let him die immediately, kill him slowly."
Hu Lai took a breath, put away the gun, took out a dagger from his body, and came directly to Feng Sanpao.
"You, what are you going to do?"
"ah!"
Feng Sanpao screamed.
Hu Lai pulled out the dagger stuck in Feng Sanpao's leg.
Drops of blood.
Feng Sanpao was trembling on the ground in pain. Except for the injured leg, the rest of his body was twitching involuntarily.
It hurt so much that he wanted to die.
"Kill me, kill me quickly, I really can't stand it anymore."
Feng Sanpao was about to lose his mind.
Tang Xiaobao threw a porcelain bottle to Hu Lai: "Give him some medicine."
A few minutes later, Feng Sanpao gradually regained consciousness.
The wound still hurt, but he could bear it.
Tang Xiaobao said: "Hu Lai, where is the other leg? You have to be symmetrical when doing things."
Khan, what the hell is this nonsense?
Feng Sanpao almost jumped up.
Why do you think that you are engaged in design and creation, and symmetry is beautiful? Even if you are engaged in creation, haven't you heard that chaos is the most beautiful layout, haven't you heard that asymmetry is beautiful?
Feng Sanpao sighed, knowing that 1.5 million would never satisfy Tang Xiaobao, so he changed his mind.
"One million and eight hundred thousand, really, this is all my money, and I can never take it out again."
Feng Sanpao cried and shouted: "Let's spare me. Treat me like a dog and let me go. Otherwise, just kill me directly. I really can't get it."
Tang Xiaobao chuckled and said: "From one million, you have raised the price twice. You say this every time. How can you expect me to believe your words?"
"I just left 300,000 yuan, which is my pension money for the rest of my life. Now I have taken out the coffin book. I have accepted it. Isn't it okay if I accept it?"
Feng Sanpao shouted.
Tang Xiaobao said: "No."
no?
What else do you want?
Killing someone is nothing more than a nod to the ground.
Feng Sanpao was a little angry.
Tang Xiaobao suddenly smiled and winked at him: "By the way, you have been locked up here these past few days, have you heard any news from the outside?"
Feng Sanpao shook his head, wondering what Tang Xiaobao meant by this.
"The Golden Dragon Gang is finished."
Tang Xiaobao smiled and said: "He spent money to buy his own life just like you. He also bargained like you at the beginning. Guess how much he spent in the end so that I didn't kill him?"
What?
Is Jinlong finished helping?
Feng Sanpao was a little surprised.
Two hundred people really defeated more than a thousand people?
However, he soon believed what Tang Xiaobao said.
If not, why is Tang Xiaobao here, and why is Youlai here?
He looked at Tang Xiaobao carefully and asked subconsciously: "How much did he pay?" (To be continued)