Song Zihua had seen shaless people before, but never as shaless as this. The brazenness reached a new level.
This made Song Zihua want to have him cremated right on the spot.
Song Zihua coldly said, "Ma Zongyu, are you an idiot! I’m just displeased with you and want to make things difficult for you! Sothing so simple, do you need to spell it out for you?"
Making things difficult for him...
Ma Zongyu looked pitiful, thinking he hadn’t really offended Song Zihua.
Song Zihua plopped down on the sofa and calmly said, "All options are laid out before you! You have ten minutes to think. If you can’t decide by then, don’t bla for being ruthless."
In the past, tasks assigned by Xia Xi were always neat and straightforward, things that Song Zihua was particularly willing to do, even feeling a sense of accomplishnt.
However, now facing this brute, Ma Zongyu...
Song Zihua really wanted to push this task far away. What kind of creature was this, just a chunk of rancid at that couldn’t be cooked or stead, totally disgracing all n.
Ten minutes to co up with five million through reasonable ans, that was harder than reaching the heavens.
Ma Zongyu, looking pitiful, said, "Master Song, you might as well kill ... at least I’d die quickly."
Song Zihua took a drag of his cigarette and didn’t mind granting his wish, saying, "Alright! I’ll kill you now so you can’t say I’m making things hard for you!"
"No, no, no... Master Song, I was just joking..." Ma Zongyu didn’t have the guts, his body was trembling, his mind about to explode.
He was completely lost, out of ideas, running directly to Ding Suzhu, saying, "Suzhu, you’re the one with all the ideas, help think of a way..."
A way?
Ding Suzhu raised an eyebrow and calmly said, "What idea could I have, it’s hard enough to co up with money in ten minutes."
That was the truth, Ding Suzhu really didn’t have any liquid funds. If she wanted to convert sothing into cash, she’d have to think of other thods.
Besides, all those thods would take more than ten minutes.
Now that Song Zihua had set a ti limit, there was nothing she could do.
Song Zihua flicked the ash off his cigarette and coldly said, "Did you forget what I told you! If the money is from Madam Ding, it doesn’t count, unless you get a divorce and are no longer associated with her, hahaha... A divorce settlent, now that I can accept."
Ding Suzhu needed a reasonable divorce, with the condition that Ma Zongyu had to propose it himself. When no other options were available, they chose this thod, giving Ma Zongyu a choice.
If he wouldn’t divorce to the point of losing a hand, they’d respect him as a real man, and Ding Suzhu would feel her years with him weren’t wasted.
But clearly, he didn’t have the courage to part with a hand.
Divorce...
Ma Zongyu’s face turned pale, feeling embarrassed, unable to catch his breath, not understanding how it ca to this, even forcing him to the brink of divorce.
Thinking about it made him feel worse...
Five million and Ding Suzhu, clearly incomparable.
If he lost Ding Suzhu, Ma Zongyu would be utterly cut off financially.
Ma Zongyu looked pitiful, saying, "Master Song... you said this wasn’t preditated..."
Now, even if it were shouted from the rooftops, Ma Zongyu wouldn’t believe Ding Suzhu didn’t have ulterior motives.
This was too bizarre, anyone with sense could weigh it out.
Song Zihua slightly frowned, thinking maybe the play was too obvious! This guy actually noticed!
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