Ling Yi gave a noncommittal response and turned to look at Lu Wenjie. Lu Wenjie stepped forward, saying, "Apologies are unnecessary. How about some compensation for emotional distress?"
Jia Deliang, feeling a wave of relief, stammered, "Alright, no problem. I'll transfer twenty thousand right now. What's the account number?"
"Twenty thousand?" Lu Wenjie chuckled. "Are you trying to fob off a beggar? The socialites you usually entertain spend more than twenty thousand on just one bag in a day. My price is ten million, firm."
"T-ten million?!" Jia Deliang was stunned. His monthly allowance was only a little over a million. To compensate for a full year's expenses – that would be the death of him!
Ling Yi adjusted her glasses, also quite shocked. The CEO was being a bit too ruthless.
Jia Chengyi's forehead throbbed. Suppressing his anger, he said, "To err is human, and to forgive is divine. Miss Lu, I know some good lawyers and I understand a bit about the law. As young master Deliang offered twenty thousand, which is already quite generous, and your secretary wasn't injured, the compensation for emotional distress generally doesn't exceed fifty thousand. Therefore..."
Lu Wenjie immediately bristled. "What? You only want to give fifty thousand? Absolutely not! I'll give you a discount, at most twenty percent off."
"Eight million?" Jia Chengyi's face grew even more grim. "Miss Lu! Do you know that eight million can buy two high-end apartments in a good area of Bohai City?"
Lu Wenjie crossed her arms, looking imperious. "I don't care. Whether you pay or not, you have to pay today."
"Are you threatening me?" Jia Chengyi subconsciously moved to act.
Suddenly, Ming Zhi Tian placed a hand on Jia Deliang's shoulder.
"Hmm?" Before Jia Deliang could react, he stomped down at an angle!
A bone-cracking "snap" echoed!
Accompanied by a wail of agony, "Ah!!"
"Deliang!" Jia Chengyi was terrified.
Ming Zhi Tian sneered, "You're wasting so much of my time, dawdling. Why don't I help you out? What's one of your son's legs worth?"
Jia Chengyi pulled out a gun and pointed it at Ming Zhi Tian. "Don't do anything rash!"
Ming Zhi Tian scoffed. "So, you don't want the other leg either?"
"Don't!" Jia Chengyi stopped him, quickly holstering his gun. "How much do you want?"
Ming Zhi Tian raised his chin, gesturing towards Ling Yi. "Didn't she say eight million? Just transfer it."
Though Jia Chengyi was extremely unwilling, Lu Ming made no move to help, presumably implying that Ming Zhi Tian was with them. It turned out he had been the fool all along. Gritting his teeth, he transferred the money to the account Lu Wenjie had provided.
A mobile voice notification chirped, "Beep, received. Eight... million... yuan."
Ming Zhi Tian released Jia Deliang. "Seems your son's leg is worth something."
"Brilliant!" Lu Wenjie began to appreciate Ming Zhi Tian's swift decisiveness.
Jia Deliang, having been an official's pampered son for so long, felt utterly humiliated. He couldn't bear the pain and fainted. Jia Chengyi immediately ordered him to be taken to the hospital, not forgetting to memorize Ming Zhi Tian's appearance.
He had assumed Lu Ming had hundreds of troops stationed around, so he wouldn't dare to act rashly. After all, this was Bohai City, Lu Ming's territory.
"Let's go!" Jia Chengyi was beyond frustrated, suppressing his rage.
Lu Ming called out to Jia Chengyi, "You owe me a meal. If this person were to make a move, all fifty of your men here would be in trouble."
"Hmph!" Jia Chengyi clearly didn't believe him, leading his men away in anger.
Lu Wenjie was overjoyed. This was the simplest business deal she had made since taking over her father's company. "Brother, how many people did you bring this time?"
Lu Ming replied calmly, "None."