Qin Lang's patience was completely exhausted. If Qin Cheng uttered one more word of nonsense, he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't take matters into his own hands.
"One day a man approached me, asking me to do something for him. After completing the task, he would give me a large sum of money. Not only could it buy you... or rather, buy Yiru out of the dance hall, but we could also do a lot with that money." Qin Cheng almost slipped and said 'your mother.' He managed to stop himself just in time.
He continued: "I didn't know what task he wanted me to do, but he first gave me a deposit of two million. You know, thirty-four years ago, two million was a tremendous fortune. I was terrified, but also tempted. As the saying goes, people die for money, birds die for food. And this was just a deposit. He said, upon completion of the task, he would give me another eight million."
