Chapter 2224: Fundraising Manager

At this time, Zhong Yunqiu, although his legs had been weak with fear, still held a fluke in his heart: if Ye Chen killed Hong Yuanshan today, or sent Hong Yuanshan to Syria, then he could completely shake off Hong Yuanshan, this time bomb.

Heaven knows how much hair Zhong Yunqiu had lost over the years trying to shake off Hong Yuanshan.

Although he had hundreds of billions of Hong Kong dollars in assets, he had never been able to do anything about Hong Yuanshan, this sticky plaster.

Hong Kong is such a small place, and the Hongmen has thousands of members. If they really turned against him, Zhong Yunqiu wouldn't be able to defend against them.

Moreover, he had a large amount of dark history in Hong Yuanshan's hands.

If Hong Yuanshan cooled down, he would actually be the biggest winner.

As for the beating his son took today, it could simply be ignored.

However, he never dreamed that Ye Chen didn't intend to let him go at all.

10 billion US dollars over ten years—this not only sucked his current assets dry but even extracted his future profits in advance.

He said in terror: "Mr. Ye... I... I didn't offend you..."

Ye Chen asked back: "Didn't offend me? Your son wanted to kill me first today, and you found Hong Yuanshan to kill me later. Both of you father and son wanted my life, and you tell me you didn't offend me?"

"I... I..." Zhong Yunqiu was speechless for a moment. After stammering for a long time, he said in terror: "Mr. Ye... even if I did offend you, you can't open your mouth like a lion and ask for 10 billion US dollars over ten years?! That's nearly 80 billion Hong Kong dollars..."

Ye Chen said coldly: "Did I open my mouth to you?"

"This..." Zhong Yunqiu was speechless.

He said with a bitter face: "What's the difference between you asking Hong Yuanshan and asking me?"

Ye Chen looked at Hong Yuanshan and laughed: "Did you hear that? Your godson sees that you've lost power and can't even be bothered to call you Godfather. Don't forget, the reason you fell into my hands today is entirely because of him."

Hong Yuanshan had long hated Zhong Yunqiu to the core. If it weren't for him asking for help, how could he have offended Ye Chen, the true master of the Cataclysmic Front?

Now that he had fallen into this state, it was all thanks to him, yet he actually wanted to distance himself!

Thinking of this, Hong Yuanshan gritted his teeth and shouted coldly: "Zhong Yunqiu, you ungrateful bastard! Today, I am fortunate enough to have Mr. Ye spare my dog life. You wait, as long as I, Hong Yuanshan, have a breath left, I will never let you have an easy time!"

Zhong Yunqiu was scared out of his wits and waved his hand: "Godfather, calm down, Godfather! I have no disrespect for you! And you can't blame me for everything that happened today..."

Hong Yuanshan said coldly: "I don't want to talk nonsense with you! Mr. Ye has already spoken: I need to come up with 10 billion US dollars over 10 years. I'll get this money from you! If you are short by a single cent, I'll take your life!"

Zhong Yunqiu almost collapsed and cried: "Godfather, this is taking my life! 1 billion US dollars a year, you might as well kill me now!"

Hong Yuanshan looked at Ye Chen and cupped his hands: "Mr. Ye, as long as you give me a word, I will kill this ungrateful bastard immediately!"

Ye Chen laughed: "You have so many subordinates here, while he and his son are only two people. If you want to kill him, kill him. What does it have to do with me?"

Hong Yuanshan suddenly realized and immediately said to all the thugs present: "Brothers! Today, we have all suffered this disaster, and it's all thanks to this Zhong guy! Now he's actually acting like a hooligan and wants to distance himself. Let's kill him together to vent our hatred!"

"Good!" Everyone, thinking they were about to be sent to Syria, was full of resentment with nowhere to vent.

Hearing Hong Yuanshan's words, everyone seemed like zombies instantly activated, rushing toward Zhong Yunqiu, wanting to tear him apart alive.

Zhong Yunqiu was terrified and blurted out: "Mr. Ye, spare my life! I promise what you said! I promise everything!"

Ye Chen frowned and asked back: "Whether you promise or not, what does it have to do with me? I didn't say this money must come from you. Your godfather gave this task to you. If you promise, you promise your godfather."

Zhong Yunqiu was completely convinced. He knew that Ye Chen was directly using his godfather, Hong Yuanshan, as a black glove.

The dirty work of asking him for money would definitely be done by his godfather, Hong Yuanshan, in the future, and nominally, it would have nothing to do with him, Ye Chen.

Thinking of this, he collapsed in his heart and cursed Ye Chen as a devil who eats people without spitting out bones.

10 billion US dollars over ten years—this was directly squeezing him dry!

Thinking of this, he said with a bitter face, begging Ye Chen: "Mr. Ye, please appropriately lower the amount. 10 billion US dollars over ten years is indeed too much, I can't afford it at all. 5 billion US dollars over ten years, I definitely won't have any problem!"