"Master Su, please spare my life," I might be the president of Loulan Pharmaceutical, but my father is still in charge, and the shares aren't in my hands. This is all the cash I can come up with," Bai Deliang pleaded.
Bai Deliang wasn't just crying poor—you might see him being impressive outside, but he actually only had half of the inheritance rights, and his time to inherit hadn't even come yet.
"When will you pay me for the Spirit Stones you owe?"
Su Sheng got to the crux of the matter. Compared to money, he was more interested in the Spirit Stones, which were non-renewable resources, the real hard currency.
"I'll give them to you, definitely by the end of the month," Bai Deliang promised, his mind clear. Regarding the Spirit Stone matter, he could drag it out until the end of the month.
"Forget it!"
Su Sheng shook his head, suddenly having a change of heart.
