Li Feng saw the contempt in Zhang Xue's eyes and spoke indifferently, "Five billion, is it?"
Zhang Xue let out a cold, mocking laugh.
"Yes, exactly five billion. If you can't afford it, stop posing. Do you realize how ridiculous you look trying to show off?"
Zhang Xue swept over Li Feng, whose taste in clothes was always so shabby, with a look of utter disdain.
"Fine, I'll give you five billion."
Li Feng nodded directly.
Wei Lan, standing to the side, heard Li Feng agree and thought, Has he been kicked in the head by a donkey? That's fifty billion yuan.
"Pfft!"
Zhang Xue burst into laughter, clutching her stomach, "Li Feng, you're going to come up with five billion? Stop joking around, will you?"
"Give me one hour."
Zhang Xue pulled out a chair nearby, crossed her legs, and folded her arms across her chest, glancing coldly at Li Feng, "Fine, I'll give you an hour. I really want to see where you, a pathetic loser, are going to conjure up fifty billion from."
Li Feng stood up, picked up his phone, and walked over to the window, dialing a number.
"Fifty billion in cash, deliver it to Qingcheng Tower within an hour."
Zhang Xue watched Li Feng turn around and walk back, smiling coldly, "Li Feng, I've always known you to be a worthless man, but I didn't expect you to be bluffing too. You're really sending bulls flying to the sky."
Wei Lan looked over at Zhang Xue with a complicated expression. She used to think Zhang Xue was an astute woman, but how could she be so foolish at this moment? She doesn't even know the most intimate details of the man she shared a bed with.
Wei Lan pursed her lips, lifting her gaze to glance at Li Feng again. Fifty billion, just given away like that, was as straightforward as the first time he met her. However, this man wouldn't be digging another hole, would he?
After all, this was fifty billion.
Zhang Xue lifted her wrist and glanced at her Patek Philippe, growing impatient as she stood up, "Li Feng, it's almost been an hour. Where is your fifty billion?"
Li Feng opened his eyes, looking at his ex-wife Zhang Xue, who stood before him with a curvaceous figure and a peachy complexion. He then rose from his chair, stretching his back.
"Let's go."
Li Feng took a step and began to walk out.
Zhang Xue raised her eyebrows and took a step forward to grab Li Feng's arm, looking at him with a mocking sneer, "Li Feng, don't tell me you're planning to run away."
Li Feng turned his head to look at Zhang Xue.
"Do you know how much fifty billion is?"
Zhang Xue was startled by Li Feng's question but soon regained her senses and looked at him with some irritation, "Heh, you talk as if you know."
"I certainly do know. A one-hundred-yuan note is 14.5cm long, 7cm wide, and 0.09mm thick, weighing 1.15 grams. The volume of one billion is 1.07 cubic meters, weighing 1.15 tons. Fifty billion is 53.5 cubic meters, weighing 57.5 tons."
"If you still can't grasp the concept, then with one billion at home, you could fill up that big bed and have it pile as high as the bed itself. Fifty billion could fill up this whole meeting room."
Hearing Li Feng rattling off these figures accurately, Zhang Xue felt annoyed. Her humiliated heart thought, what use was there in saying all this? It was nothing more than fantasy. "Heh, all this talk, and you don't have a penny, do you?"
"You'll find out downstairs."
Li Feng turned suddenly, and Wei Lan watched him, wondering what he was up to. Honestly, she knew fifty billion was a lot, but to detail precisely how heavy it was or its exact volume, she couldn't have said.
Ding dong.
The three of them walked out of the elevator.
Zhang Xue looked at the empty lobby of the skyscraper, then turned her head with cold disdain to Li Feng, "Seems like there's nothing here."
Li Feng lifted his wrist to reveal the space watch he was wearing, "The time hasn't come yet."
Zhang Xue turned around and sneered.
"You're such trash, a useless man good for nothing but staying home with the kids. And what other skills do you have? Oh, that's right, I've noticed you're pretty damn good at blowing your own trumpet, fifty billion!"
"I can't believe I was fooled by your bullshit, wasting an hour here with you. My head must have been kicked by a donkey."
With a scoff filled with mockery, Zhang Xue turned and strode away, while Wei Lan watched her departure and then turned back to look at Li Feng, who remained unmoved.
Huh?
Zhang Xue saw Li Feng's lips curl up slightly and couldn't help but turn her head towards the main entrance of the building. Just then, suddenly, a large truck slammed into the skyscraper's glass doors and walls.
Boom.
In an instant, the glass wall shattered, countless shards flying everywhere, leaving everyone inside the lobby dumbstruck by the spectacle.
Gulp.
Wei Lan swallowed hard. What was this, an accident?
What a joke, the building was at least twenty meters from the main road. How had the truck come crashing in?
At that moment, Li Feng stepped forward. Wei Lan turned her head to look at Li Feng. Could this "accident" have been caused by him?
"Fuck, damn it Old Five, next time don't tell me you can drive."
Outside, a foot kicked away the glass that had not fallen, and then a group of men in black suits filed in, splitting to stand in two rows. A fat man strolled in cursing, followed by a towering giant at least two meters tall.
The fat man was dressed in branded clothes, his suit hanging off his shoulders, his hands adorned with gold and jade on every finger, and a thick gold chain around his neck that was strikingly conspicuous. His walk was arrogant, strutting as if owning the world.
As soon as the fat man entered, he caught sight of Li Feng and immediately scurried over, bending over with a bow, "Young Master Li, I hope I'm not too late."
Li Feng didn't even glance at the fat man, walking over to the truck.
The fat man stood aside like a servile lackey, "Young Master Li, fifty billion, it's all in there. There was so much that I could only bring it in a large truck."
"Go, open the trailer for me."
Fat Wang immediately ordered his men to open the trailer, and then eagerly offered a box of cigars.
"Young Master Li, would you like one? Authentic top-brand cigars, rolled right out of a woman's mouth and onto the plane in these boxes, guaranteed not the work of aunts."
Wei Lan stood not far away, watching the short, fat man fawning over Li Feng, her curiosity piqued. This fat man's attire and entourage were quite impressive, but the sycophantic way he acted around Li Feng reminded her of an eunuch.
Li Feng, what are you doing?"
Zhang Xue approached with a face as dark as water, looking at the destroyed company entrance, nearly exploding with anger.
"Heh, my head really must have been kicked by a donkey, expecting something from you."
Zhang Xue said scornfully, then suddenly turned around.
"What are you all looking at? Call the police."
Li Feng ignored Zhang Xue, who had turned around and was shouting to call the police, watching as two brawny men opened the back doors of the truck. Li Feng leapt into the trailer with a sprint, seized a box, and yanked it out forcefully, twisting midair and delivering a kick.
Li Feng used his Dark Strength in that kick, causing the cardboard box to burst apart, and wads of cash exploded out, fluttering down like snowfall inside the lobby.
"There's your fifty billion."