Old Yuan gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Ji, your offer is tempting, but I can't guarantee that I'll be safe in three months. I think my life is more important than earning money."
"If the crisis still isn't resolved in three months, I can give up my identity as Ji Shiting. Even if I leave, I won't implicate you. Besides, the Qingfeng Gang can't possibly be unable to even protect itself, right?" Ji Shiting said.
"You can clear my name in three months?" Old Yuan raised his eyebrows.
"Of course. There's enough time to get the money back," Ji Shiting said coldly.
Old Yuan stroked his chin and said, "No. What if you cheat me? I won't be able to reason with you when you return to being the president of your company."
Ji Shiting smiled and said, "You can only choose to trust me."
Old Yuan clicked his tongue and said, "Mr. Ji, you're being unreasonable. It's not easy for us to earn some money."
