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Chapter 97 Broken Arm

Lu Fan looked back at him.

At this time, Mercedes-Benz cars are speeding towards us!

All black Mercedes-Benz drove from a distance, lined up in a row, and parked neatly at the gate of the sales department.

The car doors open at the same time.

The first person to walk down was Jiang He, who was wearing a black suit.

The others are all members of the Huarong Group's security department.

Thirty or forty people, uniformly dressed, strode out of Mercedes-Benz cars one after another, and instantly blocked the entire sales department. The formation was so large that even the fat bald man was stunned for a moment.

Living.

"How much does your sales department cost?"

Jiang He walked up to the bald head and asked calmly.

The bald man was dumbfounded. Even though he had been in society for so many years, when had he ever seen such a huge battle before him?

If you need money, you have money, if you need people, you have people?

And it was obviously aimed at him, so what could he use to fight against him?

"You're not the manager here."

Jiang He nodded, and then he saw a middle-aged man wiping the sweat from his forehead and running over quickly and asked: "What, I am the manager here, do you have anything to do with me?"

"What kind of real estate model do you have and how much does it cost?" Jiang He asked again.

The manager was stunned and said truthfully: "Actually, it's only more than 80,000 yuan, less than 100,000 yuan..."

Fenghuang New City is not a big building. It was built by a small local development company to control costs. A sandbox model in the sales department only costs tens of thousands of yuan, which is not as much as the bald fat man said before.

"Bring the things." Jiang He said.

Upon hearing this, someone immediately turned around and walked to the trunk of the Mercedes-Benz, striding over carrying a black bag.

"There are 200,000 yuan here, which is considered as compensation for property damage that we will pay you." Jiang He said.

Upon hearing this, his subordinates opened the black bag. Inside were twenty bundles, one bundle of 10,000 yuan in banknotes, and they all fell at the manager's feet with a "crash".

"This is..." The manager looked confused and couldn't figure out what the other party wanted to do.

"How much does your sales department cost?" Jiang He asked again.

"Ah?" The manager was stunned. He didn't know how much it cost to build this sales department. In fact, it wasn't much. They were just cheap and simple decorations. They were demolished directly after the house was sold, and they were of no use at all.

At this time, another person came over carrying a large black cloth bag, threw it on the ground, and then bent down to unzip it.

It's all money!

There are millions of them!

Bundles of big red banknotes are almost spilling out of the black bag. A bundle of 10,000 yuan is particularly dazzling when placed here!

"You, what are you..." The manager was completely confused. An ominous premonition had already emerged in his heart, but the opponent's attack was too big. Just because these thugs started with Mercedes-Benz, he was completely troubled.

Sorry!


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