Ren Xiaoyao looked at their expressions as if their father had just died, and smiled to himself.
"Aren't you here to kill me? Now you know how terrible the consequences will be, right? Humph! I never thought of using you like this. Who told you that one of you is the son of that 'Elder Xuanfeng' and the other is his?
Where’s the nephew? If you want to blame, blame your family’s old man!”
Lei Tianyu and Lei Tianzhou stared blankly at the paper in their hands for a long time, then looked at each other, and finally grabbed a pen and wrote down their names, and then wrote down the information about the Xuanwu Alliance in detail.
They had seen the blazing flames of hope and revenge in each other's eyes.
As long as he doesn't die now, as long as he can return to the Xuanwu League, there is always hope that he can kill Ren Xiaoyao and destroy the evidence!
Therefore, the wisest choice at hand is to give in to Ren Xiaoyao.
Of course Ren Xiaoyao understands their thoughts, but what does it matter?
It's impossible for them to kill me. As for the two pieces of paper, what if they were destroyed?
Every move they made since they were brought back to the "White Swan" has been filmed. There is plenty of evidence to frame them, and it doesn't matter what little bit there is.
"Okay, you go back to your room and rest first. When there are 200 million in that account, you can leave. I believe you will do it as soon as possible? After all, it's not as comfortable here as you are on your own territory, right?
Hehehe..." Ren Xiaoyao said to the two of them.
Back in the room arranged by Hongmao, Lei Tianyu and Lei Tianzhou hurriedly took out their mobile phones to call their financial subordinates - this room is really not for human habitation!
There are no quilts, no hot water, and garbage everywhere in the middle of winter. How can these two accustomed gentlemen endure this?
"Hello? Guosheng? It's me! What? Who am I?!...I'm your boss! Damn it!" Lei Tianyu didn't expect that Yang Guosheng, a bastard, couldn't hear his own voice after not teaching him a lesson for a few days.
, and suddenly became furious.
"Who asked you to wake me up in the middle of the night? Your voice is so hoarse, as if it has been frozen for a few days. What's so surprising if you can't hear it!" Yang Guosheng on the other end of the phone muttered quietly, but his voice was low.
He couldn't even hear it himself.
"You're the boss? Why are you looking for me so late?" Yang Guosheng said in a tone that was almost flattering.
"Check for me, how much money is in my account? Check now! Hurry!" Lei Tianyu usually trusts Yang Guosheng very much. Several of his private accounts are managed by Yang Guosheng, so he himself doesn't know.
On the contrary, Yang Guosheng knew much better than him how much money he had.
Yang Guosheng was well aware of Lei Tianyu's virtues. Now he came to ask how much money he had. He must have taken a fancy to some jewelry, antiques, etc., and wanted to buy them to please those beauties. Moreover, the thing he was interested in this time seemed to be very expensive.
oh.
Yang Guosheng pulled out the recent income records, calculated for a while and replied: "Boss, your five accounts add up to more than 120 million, and there are also more than 100 million in stocks."
When Lei Tianyu heard this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. There was no need to borrow it from his uncle: "Guosheng, I want you to put 100 million into this account immediately. Listen up, the account number is 3548..., say it again, the account number is 3548...,
Get it done quickly, the sooner the better, remember, it’s 100 million!”
Yang Guosheng shook his head and shook off this idea and replied: "No way? This time you actually spend 100 million to please a woman directly? It's really... a luxury! I know the boss, I will definitely get it done within twenty-four hours."
Lei Tianyu turned off his phone, but saw that Lei Tianzhou was still lingering there. He knew that Lei Tianzhou had just spent tens of millions not long ago to buy a few paintings that were said to be authentic works of Tang Bohu. Money was tight, and he was pestering him at the moment.