"Hiss..."
Upon seeing the numbers on the screen clearly, there was a collective gasp in the carriage.
"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands, hundred thousands, millions, ten millions, hundred millions..."
Old Ha said blankly, "Two hundred and forty-eight million, eight hundred and thirty thousand."
This number was truly shocking!
"Zhou Jinshan, you really live up to your na, sitting on a mountain of gold," Aspergillus oryzae said, looking at the old man involved in child trafficking.
He had previously ntioned that the other's wealth started at tens of millions with no upper limit.
But when the number two hundred and forty-eight million appeared before him, it was still far beyond his expectations.
Xiao Feng looked indifferently at Zhou Jinshan, asking without a trace of emotion, "How many children have you trafficked?"
"I... I haven't counted," Zhou Jinshan replied, beads of sweat forming on his forehead once again.
Under the watchful eyes of Xiao Feng, he felt as if a thousand pounds weighed upon him, daring not to utter a single falsehood, for fear of facing a fate worse than death.
Lin Zhiyan coldly observed Zhou Jinshan, such a massive fortune on the screen was a string of cold, intimidating numbers.
Yet behind this string of numbers lay countless families' bitter tears.
Such a person, unworthy of living!
At this mont, Zhou Jinshan looked fiercely at Xiao Feng, urgently saying, "I'll give you half, no! More than half of this money, just spare my life!"
Everyone turned their gaze to Xiao Feng, curious about his choice.
Xiao Feng took the phone and asked, "What's the password?"
"064895," Zhou Jinshan responded without hesitation.
Xiao Feng nodded, took out his own phone, found the public account of the anti-trafficking organization, and transferred all the money from Zhou Jinshan's account without leaving a penny.
Standing beside him, Lin Zhiyan took a deep look at Xiao Feng.
Honestly, with nearly 250 million at stake, it wouldn't have been surprising if he'd transferred it all to his own account.
Yet Xiao Feng acted so decisively, without a frown, donating it all to charity.
As Zhou Jinshan watched his "gold mountain" disappear in an instant, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.
"Why are you looking at like that?" Xiao Feng turned his face curiously.
Lin Zhiyan smiled, "I'm just wondering, do you love money or not? Usually, you penny-pinch over tens of thousands, even thousands or hundreds of dollars.
Now with billions at your fingertips, you gave it up just like that."
"A gentleman loves money but takes it righteously. Though I'm no gentleman, I won't let money blind either," Xiao Feng said. "Like if soone offered a billion to tie you up and deliver you away,
I probably... maybe... might... could... possibly just refuse."
"Why don't you just say that you'd hand over swiftly and cleanly?" Lin Zhiyan said coldly.
With that, she turned her head to the side, clearly angry.
Xiao Feng glanced at the last old man, reaching out to tear the tape from his mouth.
Without waiting for Xiao Feng's inquiry, the old man wisely said, "I have around eight million in my account, willing to give you five million, and this money wasn't earned through any heinous acts."
Xiao Feng turned his gaze to Old Ha and Aspergillus oryzae, saw the two exchange looks, and nodded, indicating the old man's words were true.
"Fine, let's make the transfer now," Xiao Feng agreed readily.
Seeing the account with an extra ten million, Xiao Feng's mood was slightly lifted, and he instructed the driver to head back to the courtyard house.
On the way back, Xiao Feng untied Old Ha and Aspergillus oryzae, saying, "You two, transfer half the money in your accounts to , we'll settle part of it first."
"..." Old Ha.
"..." Aspergillus oryzae.
This feels like encountering a skinflint, you've made ten million, and you still care for our small sum?
Little did they know, in Xiao Feng's view, even a small amount counts; even if it's just thousands or hundreds, he'd still happily accept it.
After all, one shouldn't only see the big money and ignore the small.
Rember there's a saying, 'many a small makes a great,' when small sums accumulate, it can also be quite substantial.
…
anwhile, the landlord of the courtyard house also arrived at his little yard.
Just as he stepped in, his smile froze, turning darker and darker, finally like the bottom of a pot.
"What's going on here?" the landlord asked with a darkened face.
The young girl shrugged her hands, "To avoid unnecessary explanations, we're here today firstly for vacating the house and secondly for discussing compensation."
"Do you know how much each of my floor tiles cost?" the landlord burst out angrily, "It could cover half your rent! Do the math yourself!
And the pillars, the tiles on the roof, these were bought at a hefty price."
Lu Yao spoke, "Don't get worked up, whatever the price, there has to be a specific amount, right? Calculate how much we should pay, as long as it's reasonable, not a penny less."
The young girl pulled Lu Yao's sleeve, muttering, "Lu Yao, aren't you inviting a lion's demand like this."
"You start high, negotiate low; if he doesn't state a price, we can't haggle," Lu Yao explained.
The young girl pondered, "True, let's see how much he offers first."
The landlord took out his phone, opened the calculator, and assessed the count of damaged floor tiles.
Then he brought a ladder to check the quantity of shattered tiles above.
After busily working for almost half an hour, the landlord finally calculated the result, saying, "The broken tiles, smashed tiles, and the ruined old elm wood pillars, amount to a total of 306,745.37 yuan."
"…" Lu Yao.
"…" The young girl.
Why is this scene so familiar?
Oh, now they rember.
When Hui Yi settled accounts with his seventeen junior disciples, it was also this precise down to the cents.
The young girl was displeased back then, "You might as well rob, 300,000, do you think we can't count?"
The landlord snorted coldly, pointing to the phone screen, "This shows the unit price and quantity of damaged goods, all calculated clearly. You can verify if you wish.
Moreover, 300,000 is just the material cost, labor hasn't been included."
"Then include labor, give the final number," Lu Yao said sullenly.
Her temper was usually good, anticipated that the landlord would demand exorbitantly, but hadn't expected it would be this exaggerated.
The landlord calculated again, arriving at the number, "Altogether it's 376,742. I'll take the hit for luck's sake; forget the odd change, make it 376,000."
"If this is your negotiation, then we need to discuss this thoroughly," the young girl said, gearing up to start bargaining.
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