315: C315 A Great Enemy Is Coming

C315 A Great Enemy Is Coming

"280 million?"

That's right, because of the doubling reward system of the Martial Arts Great Competition, Jie's defeat had directly doubled the reward to 280 million!

Such a huge sum of money had never appeared in the Martial Arts Great Competition before.

Even the richest man in the Jiangzhou frowned when he saw the amount on the cheque.

The big shots of the various provinces who were watching the show clearly thought of this as well. Each and every one of them revealed a gloating expression.

"Just now, Wan Zhibin won a hundred and four hundred thousand. After this loss, the reward is doubled to almost three hundred million."

"300 million. Tsk tsk. Wan Zhibin's net worth is only a billion. How many 300 million can he have?"

"This year's Martial Arts Great Competition is really satisfying. Lin Songtao and Wan Zhibin, these two old foxes, have suffered a huge loss." Some of the older generation commented sharply.

"That's right. This Thai man is too powerful. It seems like the champion of this year's competition has been taken by that Bastard, Han Laosan." Some of the big shots in the province were indignant.

Wan Zhibin looked at the thin cheque. At this moment, his face was so gloomy that it seemed like water was about to drip down. His hand that was holding the brush was trembling non-stop.

He, Wan Zhibin, could care less about thirty million. But three hundred million was definitely not a small amount. Moreover, the loss of three hundred million was just too much of a waste, and it had even caused Jie to be seriously injured and dying.

Han Mingshan, who was sucking on the cigar, had a smug look on his face. He kept stroking his snow white beard as he teased. "Wan Family kid. What? Scared? It hasn't even reached 300 million yet, and you're already so scared? With such courage, you want to be the leader of the Jiangbei? "

Han Mingshan laughed without any restraint. He patted Wan Zhibin's shoulder with a deeper meaning and said with a smile, "Young man, apart from these two hundred and eighty million, I want twenty shares in the entertainment industry in Jiangzhou. I want thirty shares in the water industry in Long Son River!"

Han Mingshan's voice became louder and louder. He almost shouted out the last sentence.

"You!" Wan Zhibin's eyes were so angry that they were about to shoot out flames when he saw Han Mingshan asking for an exorbitant price.

Whether it was the entertainment industry or the water industry in Long Son River, it was a lucrative business. Han Mingshan had wanted to get his hands on it a long time ago, so he kept rubbing shoulders with Wan Zhibin.

"What's wrong? You want to go back on your word? All the friends in Jiangbei were sitting here. You just accepted the one hundred million and forty million from the Lin Family Master, and you even asked him for twenty shares of the jade Industry. Now it's your turn to spend a lot of money. What's wrong? You can't afford to lose?"

Han Mingshan's gaze was gloomy as he coldly glanced at Wan Zhibin. The threat in his words wasn't concealed at all.

When he said this, many of the big shots who had long disliked Wan Zhibin started to kick him while he was down.

There was no end to his sarcastic remarks.

Wan Zhibin's face was ashen, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. He wished he could tear this Han Laosan in front of him apart.

At this moment, a palm gently rested on Wan Zhibin's shoulder.

"Promise him."

Wan Zhibin's body trembled, and he looked at Meng Ran with a begging expression.

Meng Ran remained unmoved, and he still spoke with the same indifferent tone, "Promise him, how much do you want to lose? I will help you win it all back later. "

When Han Mingshan heard Meng Ran's words, he immediately revealed a cold smile. He cast a sidelong glance at Meng Ran and said in a strange tone, "Good kid. You are pretending quite well. Win it back? With just you? "

Meng Ran's gaze was indifferent. He sat down and leisurely drank his tea.

Wan Zhibin hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and signed his name on the cheque. He also agreed to all of Han Laosan's conditions.

As soon as Han Laosan left, Wan Zhibin grabbed Meng Ran's palm and said nervously, "Brother Meng, you must help me win it back. I'm counting on you, brother!"

Meng Ran nodded.

When Su Fangfei heard him, her face immediately revealed a touch of vigilance. She looked at Meng Ran with an unfriendly expression, "Didn't you promise me not to fight? Furthermore, it's not like you don't know your physical condition. Not to mention fighting, you can't even do intense exercise."1

Meng Ran smiled and said gently, "Don't worry, I won't fight with them."

Before he finished speaking, Wan Zhibin looked like a bitter melon. "Brother Meng, why don't you teach that Thai monkey a lesson?"

Meng Ran shook his head lightly.

"He doesn't have the right to make me do it."

"Don't worry, someone will teach him a lesson."

Meng Ran's deep gaze swept across the entire Long Son River and looked into the distance.

Under Wan Zhibin and Su Fangfei's puzzled eyes, Meng Ran muttered to himself.

"They should also come..."

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