Jiang Muwan slowly removed the cigarette from her lips and scoffed, "Does Mr. Ming think I'm a beggar?"
"Then President Song, name your price," probably having experienced the sharpness of this woman's tongue, Ming He took a conservative approach.
Parting her thin lips, she spoke slowly, "One billion."
At her words, Ming He inhaled sharply as though hearing some joke, and a cold laugh spilled from his throat, "Why doesn't President Song just rob a bank?"
"I thought Mr. Ming was going to suggest that I open a casino!" It had been proven in fact that not even robbing a bank could net one nine billion RMB; even if you did, you wouldn't be able to carry it all away. However, opening a casino could easily bring in that amount, fast and above board, not to mention legal.
Jiang Muwan's mouth could mock anyone and anything, no one was spared.
Nor was today an exception; she was truly in a bad mood.
"Why must President Song make things difficult for us debt collectors?"
