Chapter 2250: Let me name a price!

Liu Jiahui was so frightened by Ye Chen's words that he almost fainted.

He thought in panic: "Zhong Yunchiu's loser son provoked Ye Chen and was blackmailed by Ye Chen for 10 billion US dollars in ten years. I offended Ye Chen's father twenty years ago and went back on my word. Looking at it this way, my sin... is much greater than Zhong Yunchiu's..."

Thinking of this, his voice was almost crying, and he begged repeatedly: "Mr. Ye, it's all my fault for being untrustworthy and going back on my word. I really know I was wrong. I am willing to fly to your father Ye Changying's grave overnight to kowtow and apologize, and I am also willing to kowtow and apologize to Zhong. As long as you can forgive me this once, from now on, I will never make things difficult for Zhong again. If you have anything you need me, Liu Jiahui, to do in the future, just say the word, and I, Liu Jiahui, will definitely do my best!"

Ye Chen sneered: "Mr. Liu, you and I have known each other for some time. Do you think I, Ye Chen, am such an easy person to talk to?"

Liu Jiahui choked up: "Mr. Ye, please forgive me this once, considering that I am also at an old age..."

Ye Chen asked him again: "Then do you think I, Ye Chen, am such a merciful person? You are at an old age, but isn't Zhong Yunchiu at an old age? Is his age less than yours?"

"This... this..." Seeing that Ye Chen was aggressive and didn't seem to want to give him any leeway at all, Liu Jiahui could only say: "Mr. Ye, please give me a chance to turn over a new leaf, considering Manqiong's sake!"

"Manqiong?" Ye Chen smiled and said earnestly: "Miss Manqiong is indeed a good girl, and she is fundamentally different from you. You are a villain who goes back on his word, but she can always keep her promises!"

After a pause, Ye Chen added: "She promised the vendors at the snack street more than ten years ago that she would never raise the rent, and she did it. What about you? Have you done anything that you have kept your promise for more than ten years?"

Liu Jiahui didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Ye Chen continued: "Liu Jiahui, if you can name one, two, or three things you have kept your promise on, I can consider dealing with you leniently. But if you can't, then don't use Miss Manqiong as a shield. After all, you are a fifty-year-old man this year. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at if you use your daughter as a shield when you encounter trouble?"

Liu Jiahui's expression was as ugly as a bitter gourd.

He racked his brains but couldn't think of a single thing he had truly kept his promise on.

Thinking and thinking, he didn't know how to respond, so he could only look at Ye Chen and say pitifully: "Mr. Ye... all three things you mentioned are my fault, and I dare not quibble. I only ask you to tell me what I can do to make up for it..."

Ye Chen said indifferently: "How to make up for it, you should say it yourself. Let me see how sincere you are in your repentance."

"I..." Liu Jiahui was speechless. If he were to say it himself, he wouldn't have the guts.

If the sincerity was too little, Ye Chen definitely wouldn't agree, and might even be furious because of it;

If the sincerity was too much, Ye Chen might agree, but he would probably be in extreme pain.

After thinking and thinking, he stammered: "Mr. Ye... I am willing to take out 100 million US dollars every year for the next twenty years to make up for the mistakes I made in the past twenty years. What do you think..."

After saying this, he looked at Ye Chen nervously, fearing that Ye Chen would suddenly explode.

A total of 2 billion US dollars over twenty years is a huge sum of money in the eyes of most people, but Liu Jiahui knew in his heart that to Ye Chen, this was nothing at all.

You know, in order to exchange for Ye Chen's forgiveness, Zhong Yunchiu promised 10 billion in ten years.

2 billion in twenty years, compared to 10 billion in ten years, is not just a five-fold relationship between 10 billion and 2 billion. If you consider the interest rate of the extra ten-year cycle and the inflation factor of the extra ten years, his 2 billion is actually at most one-eighth, or even one-tenth, of Zhong Yunchiu's.

So, when he took the initiative to say this price, his heart was extremely uneasy, fearing that Ye Chen would turn his face if he was not satisfied.

Ye Chen looked at Liu Jiahui expressionlessly at this time, having long since seen through the nature of this guy.

Don't look at him smiling at everyone all day; in fact, this old guy is a standard miser.

With Zhong Yunchiu's precedent, he could still offer a price of 2 billion in twenty years. This clearly shows that he values money more than his life.

However, Ye Chen didn't really want his money.

For him, he only had two requirements now: one is to make Liu Jiahui pay the price for breaking his promise to his father back then, and the other is to make him pay compensation for Uncle Zhong.

The second thing can be solved with money, but the first thing is definitely not a matter of money.

He, Ye Chen, would not use his father's name to wantonly collect money from Liu Jiahui.

In Ye Chen's view, the first thing must be to make Liu Jiahui pay a price other than money, including but not limited to personality, dignity, and physical punishment.

However, he didn't want to let Liu Jiahui breathe a sigh of relief so quickly. This matter must first give Liu Jiahui enough pressure, scare him half to death first, and finally give him a little breathing room.

So, Ye Chen looked at him and said coldly: "Liu Jiahui, do you think your sin is greater than Zhong Yunchiu's?"

Ye Chen's words made Liu Jiahui so scared that even his lips were pale, looking like a living dead person who had just finished his death makeup.

What he feared most was Ye Chen asking such a question.

This meant that Ye Chen's punishment for him would be based on Zhong Yunchiu as a benchmark.

"If my sin is smaller than Zhong Yunchiu's, that's easy to say. If my sin is greater than Zhong Yunchiu's, then my compensation amount must not be lower than Zhong Yunchiu's standard."

"That's 10 billion in ten years... and it's US dollars... Fang Jiaxin has been with me for so many years, and I haven't given her 100 million US dollars. This Ye fellow suddenly popped out and asked me to take out so much money. This is more uncomfortable than killing me..."

"But... but he is so powerful, how can I afford to provoke him? Not to mention the Wanlong Palace, even Hong Yuanshan of the Hong Sect, I can't handle!"

Thinking of this, Liu Jiahui trembled like chaff in extreme panic.

At this time, he had no idea how to answer Ye Chen's question.

Because he knew very well in his heart that he had gone back on his word to Ye Chen's deceased father, which was disrespectful to his father. Logically speaking, this sin was much greater than Zhong Yunchiu's failure to teach his son! More than double!

But how could he say this?

Once this was said, that would be a lot of money!

Thinking of this, Liu Jiahui, who loved money more than his life in his bones, collapsed and cried. He begged with snot and tears: "Mr. Ye... please consider that I am sincerely repenting, and give me a chance to redeem myself with actual actions. I am willing to kneel in front of your father's grave for three days and three nights to express my repentance, and also pray that he will forgive the mistakes I made when I was young..."

After saying this, he looked at Chen Zhaozhong and said earnestly: "I delayed Zhong's twenty years of youth, and I am willing to compensate him for twenty years of income based on the highest income of professional managers in Hong Kong!"

Ye Chen laughed out loud when he heard this: "Oh, Mr. Liu, you really are good at calculating. The highest income of a professional manager in Hong Kong cannot exceed 100 or 200 million Hong Kong dollars a year. Your twenty years would be at most 4 or 5 billion Hong Kong dollars. You just said 2 billion US dollars in twenty years, and now it has become less than 1 billion US dollars. Is your money getting less and less?"

Liu Jiahui trembled in fear and hurriedly said: "No, no, no, that's not what I meant, Mr. Ye. I am willing to kneel at your father's grave for three days and three nights, and take out 2 billion US dollars over twenty years!"

Ye Chen looked at him and smiled playfully, deliberately scaring him: "Let me name a price: 20 billion US dollars in ten years. If you agree, we'll talk further. If you don't agree, there's no need to talk!" ===== CHAPTER 2251 =====