Shen Qiang smiled and said seriously, "Your account funds, antiques, including your Storage Ring, have all been lost to , so it's impossible for to give them back to you. If you want to cure your illness, then prove your value."
"What do you an?" Bianyi was anxious. "You've devoured all my wealth, and now I'm penniless."
Shen Qiang smiled: "Losing a bet ans accepting the consequences; you surely understand this principle. Besides, I can tell you explicitly, accept the deal, be my loyal dog, prove your value, and I won't let you die. I'll even give you plenty of opportunities to blackmail others and manipulate their emotions."
Bianyi frowned. "Why should I trust you?"
"Because you have no other choice," Shen Qiang said seriously.
Taking a deep breath, Bianyi looked at Shen Qiang nervously and said, "I agree to be your partner. I can call you boss, follow your orders. You can treat as a friend, an employee, but I'm not your dog."
"Is there a difference?" Shen Qiang smiled.
Bianyi said earnestly, "This is a matter of principle. If you don't agree, I'd rather die."
Shen Qiang smiled: "Fine, no problem."
"Then, as partners, no matter whom we extort, I should have the right to share in the profits," Bianyi said seriously. "I want a fifty-fifty split with you."
Shen Qiang smiled: "If you perform well, I might give you a one percent share as pocket money."
Bianyi's smile froze: "One percent? Is this your idea of sincerity?"
"Enough for you to buy wine and cigars," Shen Qiang raised an eyebrow.
Bianyi's expression turned grim: "Shen Qiang, you're extorting . You know, I'm very capable of making money. With soone backing , I could print money faster than a minting machine. So you should at least give thirty percent of the profits."
"Two percent at most," Shen Qiang said. "I'll register a company and put in those antiques, the internet company, and the 1.3 billion yuan in capital. You'll be the CEO. Apart from supervising the capital movent, I'll give you absolute authority. You can play however you like."
"Take down other overbearing companies, blackmail arrogant cultivators, as long as you don't harm the ordinary people and not ss up too badly, I'll leave you to your devices."
Looking at Shen Qiang, Bianyi's eyes brightened, "You really won't intervene?"
Shen Qiang smiled: "I am the bright ssenger of justice. Why would I get involved in your misdeeds?"
Bianyi laughed: "You're a bastard."
"Is our deal done?" Shen Qiang asked.
"Yes, boss," Bianyi said: "But right now I'm so ill I might die. You don't have to give the money, but you need to keep alive."
Shen Qiang smiled: "Now that you understand your situation, it will be easy. I've already reached an agreent with so of the smaller shareholders at Dinghao Hotel, but the major shareholder, the owner of Dinghao, doesn't want to hand it over so easily."
"So, you better take down Dinghao for before you die. That way, I'll have enough ti to treat you."
Bianyi laughed: "Divide and conquer? That's easy."
"If you can't do it, it just proves you're not as valuable as I thought, and our deal is void. You can die from your illness, and I'll send you a beautiful urn for your ashes."
Bianyi was taken aback: "Are you writing a bad check?"
Shen Qiang smiled, took out three Flying Swords from the Storage Ring and pinched them at his fingertips, saying, "You will beco my investnt adviser, my agent; you'll receive a letter of authorization. But before that, Bianyi must die, because I've let it slip that I want you killed. If you don't die, how can I convince the public?"
"So now, walk out of here obediently. I'll shoot you with these three Flying Swords, and the surveillance on the streets and the people hiding around will see take your body away. Then you'll be 'dead,' and I'll give you a new identity."
"If necessary, I can give you plastic surgery in ten minutes, so even your father won't recognize you. That way, you don't have to worry about being hunted down by those whom you have under-the-table deals with, at least not for a while."
"Then you can go about being my temporary partner without any worries."
Bianyi laughed: "Yes, I've beco your cheap partner, set to make money for you. You've thought of everything." He then said very seriously and angrily, "But are you really sure that after being impaled with these long Flying Swords, you can still save ?"
"Are they that big?" Shen Qiang looked at the Flying Swords in his hand, over a ter long each, and after a mont's thought, put them away and replaced them with a skewer from a barbecue restaurant.
Looking at Shen Qiang's serious eyes, Bianyi beca nervous, "Shen Qiang, I'm your partner now, I have to call you boss, You're not seriously planning to go through with this, are you?"
"Get out, walk outside, stand under the streetlight, make sure those hidden in the dark see you getting killed. Otherwise, what authority will I have? How will I support you?" Shen Qiang said seriously.
"You bastard," Bianyi said. "You're going to kill ."
Shen Qiang took a deep breath and turned to Xiu Ju: "This guy is wasting my ti."
With a smile, Xiu Ju kicked him out with a bang.
"Hurry up," she said. "If you don't want to suffer more."
Bianyi nodded with a smile and looked at Shen Qiang, "Be careful not to lose your inexpensive partner."
Standing at the end of the corridor, outside the vault, Shen Qiang closed his eyes and said, "Don't worry, I can shoot accurately even with my eyes closed."
Bianyi turned pale: "Boss, look at . I'm confident that I can definitely extort Magical Treasures from top Sects for you, so open your eyes and aim properly before shooting."
Shen Qiang laughed and motioned with his lips, "Stand steady under the streetlight."
Bianyi took a deep breath and walked out of the bank step by step.
Standing under the streetlight, he took a deep breath, turned his head, and saw a car parked across the street, Bianyi laughed.
Pupupu—
Three iron skewers pierced through his body.
One of the skewers even penetrated Bianyi's throat.
He toppled to the ground with a thud, convulsed a few tis, and then lay motionless.
Then, without a care in the world, Shen Qiang walked out with Chu Qing and Xiu Ju, bent down to pick up Bianyi's body, tossed it into the car, and then drove off.
Crack!
In the car across the street, a palm with a tiger's mouth tattooed with a scorpion, crushed the steering wheel. The man then laid his head on the broken steering wheel, and after a while, tears dropped silently in the quiet interior of the car.
"Shen Qiang! You bastard!"
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