441: Chapter 430 Threat 441: Chapter 430 Threat “What a joke, how could my son possibly still owe you millions?” the lady shouted at Song Yun with all her might.
“Now you should know why I don’t want to deal with these people,” Song Yun said with a smile to Li Shishi.
“Stop howling over there.
Today, your son was unlucky enough to mess with me.
So, tell me, are you going to pay up the millions willingly, or do you prefer your company to go bankrupt?”
“Li Shishi, who is this?” The middle-aged man sensed something was off with Song Yun and tentatively asked.
“Oh him?
He’s Song Yun.
Don’t tell me you haven’t heard of him,” Li Shishi said nonchalantly, sitting on the chair and watching the drama unfold below.
“Considering what Li Man did today, it was indeed very inappropriate.
If I were Song Yun, Li Man’s corpse would already be drifting in the ocean by now.”
“How can you be so cruel, woman?
My Li Man is such a good child.
How could you say such things?” the lady cried out.
“Look at the state our Li Man is in.
Despite his affection for you, you are being utterly unreasonable.”
“Am I stupid or are you?
Just because someone likes me, does it mean I must like them back?
Isn’t there any fairness in this world?
I hate it when you talk such nonsense, putting yourself on the highest moral ground without considering what your son has done,” Li Shishi said with a sneer.
“I want to see your parents and ask them how they raised you.”
“Go ahead.
My father isn’t home, but my grandfather is.
If you think you can complain to my grandfather, then go ahead and see whether it ends with your family’s ruin or with me being scolded by him,” Li Shishi said with a cold laugh.
No matter who this incident was reported to, it would inevitably benefit her side.
Not to mention Li Man’s onlooking, do-nothing mentality when he insulted Song Yun and threw his precious shirt on the ground—either act was enough to bankrupt Li Man’s family’s company.
Hearing what Li Shishi said, the lady shrank back.
She was only brave in words; if she genuinely went to confront Mr.
Li, she would probably end up kneeling in fright.
“What exactly happened today?
I am Li Man’s father, and I have the right to know everything that happened,” the middle-aged man asked calmly.
“Your son, what a beast!
Just now, a worker was injured here, and when Song Yun tried to borrow Li Man’s car to help, Li Man was nowhere to be found.
Haha, it reeks of a refusal to assist spirit indeed,” Li Shishi said with a cold laugh.
“Not only that, but after the ambulance arrived, he even dared to come back and provoke Song Yun by carelessly throwing Song Yun’s clothes on the ground.
How human do you think that act was?”
The middle-aged man slightly furrowed his brows upon hearing this.
He had heard of Song Yun’s name but thought he was just another passerby figure.
He hadn’t realized that he was a young man and appeared to have a good relationship with Li Shishi.
He wondered what backing he had.
“I apologize on behalf of my son, Mr.
Song.
Please do me a favor and let’s end this matter here,” the middle-aged man said, his tone containing a trace of pride despite his pleading words.
Song Yun waved his hand and said, “Don’t talk nonsense.
Your son owes me hundreds of thousands today.
I’m telling you, without that money slapped right here today, Li Man cannot leave with you, and what happens to him afterward is none of your business.”
“How can you do this?
Do you know this constitutes illegal detention?” the lady shouted.
“Oh wow, looks like we have a legal expert here.
Yes, I’m not letting Li Man go.
I’m making sure he can’t leave, and I dare anyone to try and take him away,” Song Yun said coldly, narrowing his eyes.
“The things your son has done are even lower than an animal’s, and you call this the result of your upbringing?”
“That’s impossible.
My son, Li Man is always well-behaved at home; how could he possibly do such things?” the lady defensively said.
“That’s at home.
Why don’t you investigate what sort of people Li Man’s so-called good brothers are?
They engage in all sorts of vices—eating, drinking, gambling, and smoking.
If your son hangs out with them, how could he possibly turn out well?” Li Shishi looked down on the woman as she spoke.
“Mr.
Song, how much money would it take to resolve this situation peacefully?” The middle-aged man, being more realistic, directly asked the key question.
It wasn’t his home ground here, and he couldn’t exert his full strength, so it would be better to pay up and leave, and settle accounts another day.
“Several million,” Song Yun said with a smile.
“How many millions when you say ‘several’?”
“It depends on your sincerity.
One million counts as ‘several,’ and nine million is also ‘several.’ Whether I accept or not depends on my mood,” Song Yun said, picking up his clothes.
“Today, your son cursed and threw my clothes around.
You know, slapping him a few times would be a very mild punishment.”
“Let’s choose a more moderate figure then.
How about five million?”
“I don’t like five million,” Song Yun shook his head.
“It would make me look like a nouveau riche.”
The middle-aged man almost cursed at this.
You give me five million—no, give me four million for goodness’ sake.
Don’t worry about me looking like a nouveau riche, even looking like a fool is fine.
Anyway, the money in hand is what matters.
“So, four million?” As per the business custom, the price would only drop further, never revealing the bottom line only to increase the bid.
“I don’t like the number four; it sounds like ‘death,'” Song Yun stated.
“How about three million?”
“Three sounds like ‘scatter,” and I don’t want to scatter from the person next to me.
Two is a curse word, and if you offer me two million, I cannot accept it,” Song Yun lit a cigarette and said, “And don’t even think about one million.
Your son just wrote me a check for one million, and I didn’t accept it.”
The middle-aged man now realized that Song Yun wasn’t just after money; this was a blatant slap in his face, a contest of strength.
Seeing the lion’s share he was demanding, one could tell that while slapping his face, he still wanted nine million.
Realizing this, the middle-aged man took a deep look at Song Yun and said solemnly, “Mr.
Song, it seems that Sunan’s underground isn’t dominated just by you.
I believe five million is enough for a few other groups to ensure my son’s safe return to my hands.”
“Well then, hang your five million out there and see if Gulang dares to take it, or if Lei Ting and Long Tiantian dare to take it,” Song Yun mocked.