"500 billion..." Ma Hua gasped as this sudden scare threw out his back.
A demand for 500 billion in compensation for spiritual damage was unheard of, no wonder Ding Sanshi and his son still wanted to negotiate the price with him.
Even if it were only one five-hundredth of that amount, it would still be one billion. If this was a claim for spiritual damage, it was an astronomical sum!
Are they refusing to pay, so you'll drive their company into bankruptcy? Isn't that a bit too capricious?
"What did I even do?" Zhang Menglong said in a voice filled with grievance, "I was just bored with nothing better to do, so I decided to create a music platform for fun. I didn't kill, I didn't rob, I didn't commit arson, how am I being capricious?"
"They themselves didn't have the money to buy the rights, and now the platform is struggling to survive. Is that my fault?"
"What does their trouble have to do with me?" Ma Hua was on the verge of tears.
