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"Sss!"
Wei Lan's eyes bulged as she sharply inhaled a breath of cold air. Could he really co up with fifty billion?
She reached out to grab a bill floating down. It was real money.
Zhang Xue lifted her eyes to see the money rain descending from the sky and stopped in her tracks, her face shadowed by a hint of astonishnt.
How could Li Feng possibly have fifty billion? That was fifty billion.
Zhang Xue suddenly turned around to look at Li Feng standing in the rain of money, her gaze landing on his disdainful eyes. Was he looking down on her as the CEO?
"Act, keep acting."
Zhang Xue's eyes were icy as she stared at Li Feng, calming her heart down. How could Li Feng, a poor sod, have fifty billion? The Zhang Family were considered a hundred years of wealth—accumulated over several generations and two generations of managent just to have the hundred-billion-scale Qingcheng.
He, Li Feng, a man who married into the family, was nothing but a house husband at ho. What right did he have?
After all, they were husband and wife for two years. Did Zhang Xue not understand this man?
If he were really capable, would he be just a stay-at-ho dad who acted like a bootlicking dog in her presence, at her beck and call?
"Li Feng, I didn't expect you to go to such lengths to impress , just to get a higher opinion from ?"
"Huh, do you think this will change my impression of you?"
"Don't dream. You're just a waste, a hopeless ss that can't stand up straight. Do you know why I want to divorce you? Because you're not manly at all. I feel disgusted even letting you touch ."
Zhang Xue walked up to Li Feng, her voice dripping with icy scorn as she mocked his incompetence.
Li Feng t Zhang Xue's eyes: "So, I'm such a waste in your eyes?"
"Huh, haha!"
Li Feng suddenly laughed, his face turning cold the next second as he gave a chilly command.
"Tear it apart."
Wang Qian, standing to the side like a servant, imdiately understood, and turned his head to his brought n.
"What are you staring for? Tear it all down."
This woman sure had guts to disdain the Crown Prince like that.
Several strong n directly pulled cardboard boxes from the van and handed them to the strong n in front, who promptly tore the tape and flipped them over, spilling out boxfuls of cash onto the ground.
A dozen strong n like diligent ants, repeatedly carrying out this action.
One box.
Two boxes.
...
Ten boxes, twenty boxes. Li Feng didn't call to stop, and the strong n just kept tearing open boxes and pouring out money. In a mont, Li Feng and Zhang Xue were surrounded by piles of money.
The box-opening strong n also started to secretly swallow their saliva. A box was several million, and in this short ti, the amount on the ground had probably surpassed several billion, yet the boxes in the van didn't seem to have reduced by much.
Even robbing a bank, you probably couldn't steal this much cash.
Wei Lan stood in the back, looking at the growing mountain of money. She also felt a reaction. The Wei Family didn't lack money. Like the Zhang Family, the Wei Family was a century-old wealthy family in Huacheng, and years of heritage had made the Wei Family very affluent.
Wei Lan, as the young lady of the Wei Family, had never worried about money since her childhood. But even as miss from the Wei Family, she had never seen cash piled up into a mountain.
Because the Wei Family couldn't pull out that much, most of the Wei Family's assets were in stocks, real estate, and the company's fixed assets. They could spare one or two billion in cash, but anything more would require a bank loan.
Her Wei Family, the Zhang Family, wasn't much higher; a hundred million or so, they could pull out, but anything beyond three to five billion, the Zhang Family would need to borrow, or even sell their assets.
Who exactly was this Li Feng?
Looking at this setup, those fifty billion seed very real.
Wei Lan thought this and began to swallow saliva. Fifty billion, never doubt the deterrent power of this sum. Even if you went to the bank, you might not be able to borrow so much.
Not to ntion cash.
You'd probably have to drain all the big and small banks in Huacheng to scrape together fifty billion.
The more money piled up, the uglier Zhang Xue's expression beca.
"It's fake, all of it's fake."
How could Zhang Xue admit that Li Feng was not a waste, she scread sowhat hysterically, turning to grab the money on the ground.
"Li Feng, if you dare use counterfeit money, I'm going to call the police on you."
Li Feng looked coldly at the now uncomposed Zhang Xue: "There's no need for that."
"Huh, what, are you scared?"
Zhang Xue looked toward Li Feng.
At this mont, Wang Qian walked up and said respectfully, "Young Master Feng, the people from Jinsong Bank have arrived."
Li Feng looked down at Zhang Xue, "Whether the money is real or fake, I think the bank's people are more professional."
"Bring over the bank's people."
"Yes, Young Master Feng."
Wang Qian turned to invite the bank's staff in. The bank personnel walked into Qingcheng Tower, still slightly bewildered, but when they saw the heaps of cash nearly forming a small hill, they too were shocked.
"Miss Zhang, what's going on here?"
The speaker was a departnt manager from Jinsong Bank, who also happened to be Zhang Xue's close friend. The Zhang Family handled many of their affairs through her bank.
"Milan, I'm glad you're here. Please check if this money is counterfeit."
"Counterfeit money?"
Milan was also taken aback. What was her close friend doing today? Who would dare to show off with so much fake money? This wouldn't be courting death?
Moreover, that fat man was no ordinary person, and in his presence, how could the money be fake?
Milan also saw Li Feng; she recognized him, although he had always left the impression of being a dostic man on her.
Milan pulled Zhang Xue to the side and whispered, "Zhang Xue, what's really going on? This money couldn't possibly be fake. Who would dare to use counterfeit money so blatantly?"
But Zhang Xue still didn't believe it.
"Milan, you haven't even checked. How do you know all of this is real? All of this money was brought by that Li Feng to buy out my company."
"Just him? Do you think that's possible?"
Zhang Xue bit her lip, certain of it.
Milan looked at Zhang Xue with different eyes, exhaling a breath, "Zhang Xue, I don't know if Li Feng is rich, but do you know who that fat man is?"
"Huh?"
Zhang Xue turned her head to look at the sowhat sleazy-looking fat man, who always acted like a lackey at Li Feng's side. She had no idea who he was.
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