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Jiang Cheng immediately laughed: "What are you thinking? He could already give us that, so why would we ask you for it? Do you think our relationship with you is better than our relationship with him? Or do you think you can offer something higher?"
Wen Ang smiled confidently and said: "How do you know I can't give it if you don't say anything? How about this, you guys name a price. Or tell me what it will take for you to stop. Let's not beat around the bush; let's put our cards on the table."
Jiang Cheng glanced at the others and continued: "You guessed one thing right; the few of us are indeed targeting you. After all, this is a big project. In the business world, it's normal to compete and snatch things away, isn't it? We are all businessmen. As long as the profit is sufficient, it's fine if you want us to stop. For this project, the five of us have invested a lot of connections and time. Each of us wants this amount. If you can afford it, we'll consider stopping."
Seeing Jiang Cheng hold up two fingers to indicate the price, Wen Ang felt a sudden sense of relief in his heart.
Twenty million per person, one hundred million for the five of them.
His family could still afford this amount.
After all, one hundred million was a drop in the bucket compared to this project.
If they could take over An Xin's family's project...
...that would be tens of billions in profit.
However, if these guys ruined it, they wouldn't be able to get those tens of billions.
Compared to tens of billions, although one hundred million was painful, Wen Ang still decided to agree.
Seeing that the others had no objections, Wen Ang was surprised by the weight Jiang Cheng's words carried, but he said with relief: "Is what you said true? If I give each of you twenty million, we'll settle this privately, and you guys won't interfere anymore."
As soon as Wen Ang finished speaking, the group burst out laughing.
Qin Fen sneered: "You're quite a comedian. You have the nerve to offer twenty million?? Do you think we'd go to all this trouble to play with you for a mere twenty million?"
Wang Zheng took over: "Who do you think you're dismissing? We haven't even beaten you up yet, and your brain is already malfunctioning?"
Chen Hao added: "Exactly. Didn't everyone say your 'little bird' was broken? I think it's your brain that's broken. Do you know what kind of watch Old Jiang is wearing? That watch is worth 23 million. The price you offered isn't even enough to buy the watch on his wrist, yet you have the nerve to say it out loud."
The group had calmed down by now.
However, they were still very unhappy with Wen Ang's provocation earlier.
While they couldn't hit Wen Ang right now, they could still verbally abuse him.
Listening to these words, Wen Ang suddenly couldn't suppress his temper.
His face contorted with resentment as he said: "I already said, if you're so capable, then hit me! Isn't twenty million enough? What else do you want? Do you think my family runs a bank? And you, Chen Hao, I've tolerated you for a long time. Stop talking about 'little birds,' or I'll sue you for defamation."
Chen Hao ignored Wen Ang's warning and instead said mockingly: "Ooh, look at you getting all worked up. Go ahead and sue me. Those photos of your festering 'little bird' can be shown in court for everyone to see."
"Fuck your mother!" Wen Ang finished speaking and could no longer restrain himself, lunging forward to throw a punch at Chen Hao.
But when he saw the sharp gaze of Jiang Cheng standing in his way, for some reason, he instinctively flinched back a step and came to a dead stop.
Jiang Cheng stared at Wen Ang without blinking and said in a cold tone: "Are you sure you dare to make a move?"
For some reason, Jiang Cheng suddenly gave him a very intense sense of pressure.
Looking at Jiang Cheng, who was clearly several years younger than him, Wen Ang actually didn't dare to strike.
Originally, he hadn't planned on fighting; he had just been so provoked by Chen Hao that he acted on impulse.
Now that he had cooled down, he could only give Chen Hao a cold snort.
There was a reason why Jiang Cheng stood in front of Chen Hao to warn Wen Ang not to make a move.
Because once Wen Ang hit Chen Hao, the rest of them would inevitably retaliate.
Regardless of how it ended, it would definitely turn into a mutual brawl.
And Chen Hao might only take one punch from Wen Ang, meaning his injuries would be the lightest; it would be impossible to extort Wen Ang over such a minor injury.
Conversely, Wen Ang might actually be beaten into a vegetative state by them.
Paying compensation wouldn't matter, but the situation would become complicated.
There was simply no need to let things reach that point.
If you really want to hit someone, there's no need to do it out in the open.
Solving things by trading punches on the surface is something only ordinary people do.
After all, that is the lowest-tier method.
Have you ever seen a real big shot get their hands dirty?
The most high-end method is, of course, to target someone privately, making them hurt while leaving them with no evidence and no way to touch you.
That is what's truly disgusting.
If they wanted to deal with Wen Ang, wouldn't it be better to just let the Security Team handle it?
Their main goal right now was to snatch the wen family's project.
Seeing Wen Ang stop, Jiang Cheng snorted: "Wen Ang, while we're still willing to talk to you nicely, you'd better see the situation clearly..."
Looking at Jiang Cheng's overbearing manner, although Wen Ang was unhappy, he also knew the saying that a wise man submits to circumstances.
Now was indeed a critical moment for his family.
Because of these few people, the progress of their projects and bidding had been extremely rough lately.
If they couldn't stabilize things, the project might really be snatched away by others.
At this moment, no matter how unhappy he was, he could only endure it.
Wen Ang took a deep breath and said stiffly: "Then you say it. If twenty million isn't enough, do you want two hundred million?? Two hundred million per person, so one billion for the five of you? You have the nerve to ask for that?"
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but laugh again: "I really want to laugh. I went to all this effort just for a measly two hundred million from you?? You really think I have nothing better to do?"
Wen Ang's eyes widened upon hearing this, and his expression began to turn angry.
Jiang Cheng thought two hundred million was too little?
Wen Ang really didn't expect Jiang Cheng to open his mouth so wide and demand ten billion from him.
He took several deep breaths before finally calming down.
He prided himself on being someone who could control his emotions very well.
But right now, he felt like he was being toyed with by Jiang Cheng.
Everyone knew this price was impossible.
Ten billion was equivalent to gift-wrapping his entire family and handing them to Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng had no intention of negotiating with him; he only wanted to humiliate him.
Wen Ang looked at them and snorted: "Fine, we've talked for so long, so you guys are just playing with me, right?? Two hundred million is too little, so you want two billion per person? How many years would it take for this project to earn that back? You have the nerve to ask for that; why don't you just go and rob someone?"
Jiang Cheng said bluntly: "Aren't we robbing you right now?"
Qin Fen didn't give him any face and laughed loudly: "I've been trained; no matter how funny it is, I won't laugh..."
Wang Zheng also followed with a loud laugh: "What? If you can't cough it up, you can just say so."
Wen Ang said with a fake smile: "If you're out to rob, you should see if I can even produce that much money. If you're playing like this, you might as well go rob a bank."
Jiang Cheng lost his patience and replied: "If you can't produce the money, then stop barking here. Don't forget, you were the one who made this suggestion."
"Besides, which bank could have a cash flow of ten billion??"
After saying that, Jiang Cheng looked at Wang Congcong: "By the way, when I bought that office building from your family last time and transferred 1.4 billion, that Xu Lei was still hesitating. If it were a small bank, it would be lucky to have a reserve of one or two hundred million. With that little money, what's the point of robbing them?"