He had only two bodyguards with him on this trip. If a fight broke out, they would be killed instantly.
Dimon straightened his clothes and signaled to the two men in front of him to put down their guns. He then laughed and said, "We're loyal friends! Let's not hurt our relationship over 2 million."
Gong Jie said, "8 million, not a cent less. Sign it."
From a certain perspective, his words were more like an overbearing order.
Dimon nodded and sighed helplessly as he obediently signed the contract.
He turned around and called out to his subordinate. After a while, his subordinate handed him another suitcase containing 2 million US dollars.
Now all that was left was to instruct the freighter to move the goods.
Expressionlessly, Gong Jie leaned against the car door and lit a cigarette.
Youyou lowered his gaze and looked at the containers that were carried down from the freighter.
