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"Don't make it sound so unpleasant, I'm just helping you, my second brother, to get rid of some stumbling blocks on the way,"
Han Yu sat back down beside the coffee table, with one leg crossed over the other, leisurely sipping the yellow wine in his cup, "Once the old man is taken care of, both the Song Family and Qianda Bank will be yours to own!"
"I don't ask for much, just thirty billion will do."
Song Zhifeng's brows furrowed slightly. If he could truly take control of the company, thirty billion wasn't much. However, he had other considerations, "Younger brother, your idea isn't bad, but it's too far from reality!"
"After the incident in Lujia Alley, Old Mr. Song employed his connections to bring in Li Tao, who used to be responsible for security in the central area of Haicheng!"
"Not only is he very powerful, but he also has a group of well-trained bodyguards under his command!"
