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Zhang Yijin smiled and said, "Then please do the math, little brother. Let me see if this son is worth so much!"

Pan An nodded slightly imperceptibly, which was a bit like being a parent.

Zhang Yijin's previous performance, in Pan An's view, was simply crazy.

If this person is really a psycho, the solution must be another matter.Since it's not, then there's still something to settle this account: "When your son invited us over today, someone smashed my car by the way. The Mercedes-Benz S600 is almost new."

"Little brother, you continue."

"The car is someone else's. I borrowed it for transportation. It is impossible to repair it. I will return it later, but my transportation tool is gone. But it's okay, the BMW 760 your son drove today is not bad. I'm going to stay for transportation, okay?"

"BMW 760!" Zhang Yijin was thoughtful, turned his head and glanced at Liu Zhiyong, who was beside his son who didn't know how to put his siblings together: "Zhiyong, what's your car?"

Liu Zhiyong's hairs were all standing on end, and he said with a smile: "Boss, it's the one I just bought."

"The one who smashed the car is also yours, right? This little brother has taken a fancy to your car, is it okay?"

Liu Zhiyong shook his head again and again: "No!"

Zhang Yijin nodded, and then came back to his senses, and looked at Pan An with a smile: "I don't know if the little brother has any other requests?"

There must be some problems, and Pan An is not polite at all: "Ms. Ye happened to be in the car when the car was smashed, and she was quite frightened. We don't need more mental damage fees, 1000 million Bar!"

"I don't know the 1000 million, what exactly is it calculated?"

Zhang Yijin was still smiling, and his smile became more harmless to humans and animals: "I don't mean anything else, it's just the name of mental damage fee, even if there is a lawsuit, there must be a statement or name in it to make sense, right? .”

"The last time your son asked me for revenge, he spent 500 million yuan to settle the bill. As for me, I have thicker skin and rougher nerves, so it is cheaper. But men and women are different. This time the victim is a woman, and I want 1000 million yuan , not too much, right?"

Pan An took it for granted that Zhang Yijin didn't know what to say.

Usually, he is the one who gets in the way and doesn't forgive others. How long has it been since he was treated like this by others?

Zhang Yijin was a little absent-minded, carefully recalling the memory of being threatened in such a way last time, and subconsciously muttered: "This kind of reason is justified—"

"Dad—" Zhang Butian, who had a dry mouth and tongue, became a little impatient.

But Zhang Yijin, whose thoughts were interrupted, just let out a low voice: "Shut up, labor!"

Without even turning his head, he smiled and said to Pan An: "Little brother, 1000 million is not a small sum, no one will store that much cash. If I write you a check or a bank card, you probably won't." I will believe it. If you can withdraw cash, you have to make an appointment with the bank, and you will not be able to get it until this time tomorrow at the earliest..."

Speaking of this, Zhang Yijin paused, and asked with a half-smile, "What's more, 1000 million is so much and so heavy, are you sure that one person can take it away?"

"The weight of a single sheet of mainstream currency in the world is about one gram. If 1000 million are all in hundred-yuan bills, it will look like two hundred and twenty to thirty catties. Is this weight heavy?"

Pan An's rhetorical question made Zhang Yijin laugh a little strangely.

"1000 million, even a first-class killer can hire two, maybe I can save 500 million."

"That's hard to say! If one or two can't do it, then you have to spend another 500 million to hire a third one? I'm afraid, this is a bottomless pit, and you may not be able to fill it even if your family property is exhausted." .”

With just a few words, the atmosphere in the hall of Weiwang Pavilion became tense invisibly.

The two men who were in charge of the situation seemed to have no intention of backing down, they just stayed motionless, staring at each other without blinking, smiling like idiots.

Except for the two of them, the faces of the others were a little tense, some of them were even tense, and even Ye Xiaoxiao's hands were covered with sweat.

What surprised Pan An the most was that among the group of guys who followed Zhang Yijin into the door, some of them seemed to sneak their hands into their suits.

Pan An, who was used to seeing strong winds and waves, didn't know that this posture was a sign before he drew his gun?

No wonder Cheng Laosan's spine is bent in front of this group of people. It seems that that guy knows the details of this group of guys very well, knowing that the two sides are not players at the same level at all, so he doesn't even have the courage to fight.

Maybe he agreed to give the money so readily, because he believed that Pan An had offended this group of people, and he would definitely die badly.

As Pan An and Zhang Yijin looked at each other silently, two or three minutes passed without knowing it, and the atmosphere at the scene became more and more depressing as time passed.

If you look closely, you will find that except for Pan An and Zhang Yijin, everyone's bodies began to tremble uncontrollably.

If it continues, maybe someone will be overwhelmed and will take the initiative to do something.

Under such circumstances, Zhang Yijin was the first to put away his smile: "Tomorrow at this time, right here, 1000 million cash, you can take it away when you come."

"Dad—" Zhang Butian's eyes and face were full of disbelief.

Because of Zhang Yijin's presence, he seemed to have once again forgotten the despair Pan An brought him. At this moment, it was obviously difficult for him to accept his father's decision.

In his memory, strength was his father's only standard of conduct, and it was in line with his father's habit to treat enemies as ruthlessly as the autumn wind sweeps away fallen leaves.

In his limited memory of nearly 20 years, he has never encountered such a situation of making concessions before making a move.

"Labor and management are doing things, when is it your turn to make irresponsible remarks?"

Zhang Yijin snorted coldly, making Zhang Butian tremble all over, even though his face was full of reconciliation, he didn't dare to have any opinions.

It was at this moment that Pan An, who was somewhat disappointed, said, "I have to say, Mr. Zhang's decision is still very wise. How about that, see you tomorrow?"

Zhang Yijin stared at him, but if this guy showed any signs of panic, hesitation, or hesitation, he would immediately change his words.

It's a pity that Pan An's performance is like a statue, almost impeccable.

In the end, even Zhang Yijin lost his patience, so he whispered two words: "No!"

Dozens of people just stared at Pan An eagerly, grabbed Ye Xiaoxiao's waist, who was obviously too frightened and unable to move on her own, and walked away.

"Dad, why don't you shoot around..."

Liu Zhiyong hurriedly grabbed the unconvinced Zhang Butian: "Young master, what the boss means is to get someone to kill that bastard later, so as not to splatter blood on his clothes."