"How much do you need?"
Chen Feng asked.
"One hundred billion."
Ye Fuchen replied.
One hundred billion?
Chen Feng laughed, what an audacious request.
"What? Are you unwilling?"
Ye Fuchen frowned.
"I don't have one hundred billion," Chen Feng said.
"Then how much do you have?"
"Fifty billion," Chen Feng answered.
"Fifty billion it is then, give it to me."
"I can give it to you, but we need to be clear - it's a loan, you need to sign a promissory note, noting when you will repay me," Chen Feng added indifferently.
"Young man, you're about to marry my daughter and you're still talking about things like this? Isn't this a bit cold?"
Ye Fuchen frowned.
"Yes, Chen Feng, don't be ignorant."
Huang Lizhen chimed in.
"Such words... fifty billion, do you two consider it leaves? I've transferred out Chengfeng Group, which is worth several trillion, without asking for a penny. You couldn't be lacking this little money? Yet, for me, this is life-saving money."
