"I'm the most reasonable person around. If Old Liu damaged your family's coffee table, of course he should pay for it. This hundred bucks here can act as compensation."
Gao Shou took out a hundred-yuan note from his pocket and tossed it in front of Mo Han, saying languidly, "Now, let's talk about the account between us and your wife."
He snapped his fingers, and a lackey quickly stepped forward, presenting the loan contract and mortgage document previously given to Luo Ning.
"A week ago, your wife Luo Ning borrowed 150 million from Yintong Finance, LüShan Capital, and Tengniu Credit."
"According to the agreement, it was supposed to be forty percent interest, meaning she'd have to repay us 210 million."
"However, since we're calling in the debt early, we've waived a part of the interest. Let's just say ten percent, so the total with principal and interest would come to 165 million..."
"Bullshit! Ning'er never borrowed anything!"
