Liu Jiahui was so scared that he almost fainted by Ye Chen's words.
He thought to himself in a panic: "Zhong Yunqiu's prodigal son provoked Ye Chen, and he was extorted by Ye Chen for ten years and 10 billion US dollars. I offended Ye Chen's father twenty years ago and even went back on his word.
Look at it this way, my sin is much bigger than Zhong Yunqiu..."
Thinking of this, his voice was almost crying, and he begged, "Mr. Ye, it's all my fault that Liu Jiahui is untrustworthy and goes back on his word. I really know that I am wrong. I am willing to fly to your father, Mr. Ye, and kowtow overnight.
Apologize and be willing to kowtow to Ah Zhong to apologize. As long as you can forgive me this time, from now on, I will never make things difficult for Ah Zhong. From now on, Ah Zhong will be my opposite-sex brother of Liu Jiahui. If you have anything to do, I, Liu Jiahui,
Speaking of which, I, Liu Jiahui, will do my best!"
Ye Chen sneered: "Mr. Liu, I have known you and I have been a little while. Do you think I, Ye Chen, are such an easy-to-talk person?"
Liu Jiahui swallowed even more: "Mr. Ye, please spare me this time because I am still old now..."
Ye Chen asked him again: "Do you think I, Ye Chen, are such a kind person? You are so old, isn't Zhong Yunqiu the same age? Is his age less than yours
?”
"This...this..." Liu Jiahui saw Ye Chen being aggressive and seemed to be unwilling to be able to make peace with him, so he could only speak: "Mr. Ye, please give me a chance to reform for the sake of Manqiong's face.
!”
"Manqiong?" Ye Chen smiled and said seriously: "Miss Manqiong is indeed a good girl, and she is essentially different from you. You are a villain who has no faith, but she can always
Keep your promises!”
After a pause, Ye Chen said again: "She promised the vendors at the snack street stalls more than ten years ago that she never rented them, and she did it. What about you? What have you done for more than ten consecutive years
Do you keep your promises?"
Liu Jiahui didn't know how to answer for a moment.
Ye Chen continued: "Liu Jiahui, if you can say something about your promise, I can also consider giving you a lighter reluctance to you, but if you can't say it, don't take Miss Manqiong
You are here to be a shield. After all, you are also a fifty-year-old man this year. You still use your daughter as a shield when something happens. Are you not afraid of being laughed at when it is spread?"
Liu Jiahui's expression was as ugly as bitter gourd.
He racked his brains and couldn't think of what he had to truly keep his promises.
After thinking about it, he didn't know how to deal with it. He could only look at Ye Chen and said pitifully: "Mr. Ye... These three things you said are all the mistakes, and I dare not argue. I just want you to
Let me tell you how to make up for it…”
Ye Chen said calmly: "How to make up for it, please tell me how sincere you are to regret."
"I..." Liu Jiahui was speechless for a moment, and he really told himself that he didn't have the courage.
If there was less sincerity, Ye Chen would definitely not agree, and he might even be furious;
If he had more sincerity, Ye Chen might agree, but he might have felt extremely painful.
After thinking about it, he stammered: "Mr. Ye... I am willing to spend 100 million US dollars a year in the next twenty years to make up for the mistakes I have made in the past twenty years. What do you think..."
After saying that, he looked at Ye Chen with a nervous look on his face, afraid that Ye Chen would suddenly get angry.
In total, he had two billion dollars in total, which was a huge sum of money in the eyes of most people, but Liu Jiahui knew in his heart that this was nothing to Ye Chen.
You know, in exchange for Ye Chen's forgiveness, Zhong Yunqiu agreed to the ten-year demand of 10 billion yuan.
Twenty years and 2 billion, and ten years and 10 billion, the difference here is not just five times the relationship between 10 billion and 2 billion. If you consider the additional interest rate of ten-year cycles and the factors of ten-year inflation,
His 2 billion is actually one-eighth or even one-tenth of Zhong Yunqiu at best.
Therefore, when he took the initiative to say the price, he was extremely nervous, for fear that Ye Chen would turn his back immediately if he was dissatisfied.
Ye Chen looked at Liu Jiahui with an expressionless face at this time, and he had already seen through this guy's nature in his heart.
Although he smiles with anyone all day long, this old guy is actually a standard money-keeping slave.
With Zhong Yunqiu's past lessons, he can still offer a price of 2 billion for 20 years, which is obviously a matter of money but life.
However, Ye Chen didn't really want his money.
For him, he only has two requirements now. One is to make Liu Jiahui pay the price for breaking his promise to his father back then, and the other is to let him provide compensation for Uncle Zhong.
The second thing can be solved with money, but the first thing is by no means a problem with money.
Ye Chen would not use his father's name to find Liu Jiahui to make money freely.
In Ye Chen's view, the first thing is to make Liu Jiahui pay more than money, including but not limited to personality, dignity and physical punishment.
However, he didn't want to make Liu Jiahui feel relieved so soon. For this matter, he had to give Liu Jiahui enough oppression first, scare him to death, and finally give him a little chance to breathe.
So, Ye Chen looked at him and said coldly: "Liu Jiahui, who do you think is more guilty of you or Zhong Yunqiu?"
Ye Chen's words scared Liu Jiahui, even his lips turned pale, like a living dead man who had just finished his makeup.
What he feared the most was that Ye Chen asked such a question.
This means that Ye Chen's punishment for him should be based on Zhong Yunqiu.
"If my sin is smaller than Zhong Yunqiu, it would be easier to say. If my sin is bigger than Zhong Yunqiu, then my compensation must not be lower than Zhong Yunqiu's standard."
"That's 10 billion in ten years... and it's still US dollars... Fang Jiaxin has been with me for so many years, but I didn't give her 100 million US dollars. The man named Ye suddenly came out and asked me to take out so much money.
It makes me feel uncomfortable if I take my life..."
"But...but he is so powerful, how can I afford to provoke him? Not to mention Wanlong Palace, I can't even resist Hong Yuanshan from Hongmen!"
Thinking of this, Liu Jiahui shook like a sieve in panic.
At this time, he had no idea how to answer Ye Chen's question.
Because he knew very well that he had rebelled against Ye Chen's dead father, which was equivalent to disrespecting his father. Logically speaking, this crime is much greater than that of Zhong Yunqiu's unprepared education! It is more than twice as big as!
But how could he say this?
Once this is said, it will be a lot of money!
Thinking of this, Liu Jiahui, who loves money as much as his life, collapsed and cried. He begged with tears in his eyes: "Mr. Ye... Please give yourself practical actions to the next one for repentance.
With the opportunity to atone for sins, I would like to kneel in front of your father’s grave for three days and three nights to express my repentance. At the same time, I also pray that he would know in the spring and forgive the mistakes I made when I was young..."
After saying that, he looked at Chen Zhaozhong and said seriously: "It has delayed Ah Zhong's 20 years of youth. I am willing to compensate him for his 20 years of income based on the highest income of professional managers in Hong Kong!"
Ye Chen laughed out loud and said, "Oh, Mr. Liu, you really have a good calculation. The maximum income of professional managers in Hong Kong cannot exceed 100 million or 200 million per year. You only have four in the past twenty years.
Five billion Hong Kong dollars have ended. You just said that 2 billion US dollars have been in twenty years, but now it has become less than one billion US dollars. The more you pay, is it getting less and less, right?"
Liu Jiahui was so scared that his whole body trembled and said quickly: "No, no, no, I don't mean that, Mr. Ye, I am willing to go to your father's grave to kneel for three days and three nights, and take out 2 billion US dollars in another twenty years!"
Ye Chen looked at him, smiled playfully, and deliberately scared him: "I'll offer a price, 20 billion US dollars in ten years. If you want to agree, we will continue to talk. If you don't agree, you don't have to talk!"