The door-to-door son-in-law is a wealthy family

Xia Fan chuckled and turned to look at Fan Zhiqiang.

Lao Fan immediately took two steps forward, and said calmly: "Master Nangong, you are not qualified to negotiate terms with our Young Master Xia now, so let me tell you, in fact, we are all very humane, and you will be treated by me, Fan Zhiqiang. You will pay ten times as much assets as you take away."

"That's the end, what do you think?"

Nangong Changfeng's face was gloomy: "I have a big appetite, but Fan Zhiqiang, don't forget that you have also used a lot of despicable methods these days and took away a lot of land from my Nangong family."

"The value of those sites must be at least five or six billion."

Fan Zhiqiang shook his head, and retorted cheekily: "How can there be five or six billion yuan? You have included all the income in the next 30 years. Besides, those are not Nangong family's territory."

"In your annual financial announcement, you don't include these things."

"So we can't count this, we have to calculate it separately."

He waved his hand aside, and one of his men immediately produced a calculator for him.

At this time, Fan Zhiqiang can be described as majestic.

Holding the calculator in his left hand, he stretched out a finger in his right hand and clicked on it.

He couldn't understand what the symbols and numbers displayed on the screen were, but they were serious: "According to my precise calculations, you have deprived Fan Zhiqiang of [-] billion of assets on the table."

"According to ten times the compensation, that's 170 billion, but since the old man and I have a little friendship, then a 170% discount is given. A [-]% discount is... [-] billion and a [-]% discount is..."

He scratched the back of his head.

Wang Tianhua said: "That's so simple. One-tenth of 170 billion is 17 billion. What is 170 billion minus 17 billion?"

Fan Zhiqiang laughed: "Then I figured it out, the total is 150 billion, and since the old man and your son have some friendship with me, just erase the change, and you can give 150 billion."

"What's the matter, isn't my offer generous enough? Don't be too thankful, just pay."

He stretched out his big hand and hooked his fingers towards Nangong Changfeng.

Nangong Changfeng's face was pale, and he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

He pointed at Fan Zhiqiang fiercely: "Okay, you are so generous, you are so f*cking... this f*cking is going to make me bloody, our Nangong family's open and secret business is combined—"

"It's only about 150 billion, and it's even very reluctant! You have taken away my territory now, and you still want 150 billion from me. Do you want so much money? It's a death sentence."

boom!
He patted the table again.

Xia Fan spoke with a calm tone: "Old Fan, you don't have to worry too much about this old man, just give him two choices. First, take out 150 billion, then we won't worry about it with the Nangong family from now on."

"Second, let him pay for his life. From the old age to the youngest, I will let him die in the Nangong family! Pay for my wife's life!"

Fan Zhiqiang smiled and nodded vigorously: "Master, don't worry, no one will help this old dog who fell into the water now, we can beat or kill it as we like."

Nangong Changfeng looked at Xia Fan again, with a gloomy face, and paused every word: "Master Xia, I would like to ask you, my son Nangong Hongyan, and my grandson Nangong Hao, are they all right now?"

Xia Fan confessed frankly: "No, no, your son is fine. Although he can't eat or sleep well, he is still alive after all, but your grandson has already been killed by me."

As soon as the words fell, Nangong Changfeng was on the verge of falling, and grabbed the table with both hands.

He also has a little skill, and he scratched out a few cracks on the thick table top.

However, the fingers were worn out in an instant, and blood gushed out.

He stared at Xia Fan terribly: "Are you kidding me, say you killed my grandson, he is the only one in our Nangong family, did you really kill him?"

Xia Fan nodded calmly: "He is the descendant of your Nangong family, but my daughter-in-law didn't even leave me a seed to carry on the family, so she was killed by your grandson until now there is no trace."

"If I don't kill him, it will be hard to get rid of the hatred in my heart."

After a short pause, he said again: "I don't want to be poor with you, old man, take out 150 billion, this matter is over, your son, I can return it to you, and your grandson's body!"

"But if you don't hand over the compensation, don't blame me for being rude."

"Not only your grandson will die, but your son will die too, and you and your Nangong family—"

"Like I said before, don't let the chicken or the dog stay!"

Nangong Changfeng raised his head and laughed.

He shook his head while laughing, his face getting more ferocious.

Looking at it, Xia Fan suddenly shuddered.

I saw blood pouring out from Nangong Changfeng's nose and mouth.

The blood kept gushing, and he kept laughing, the blood sprayed three or four feet high.

With great difficulty, he stopped laughing, and his voice had become extremely hoarse.

Originally gray hair, all of a sudden all white! !
He smiled and said, "Very good!! Xia Fan, you killed my grandson and still want me 150 billion. If you are so arrogant, aren't you afraid that God will accept you?"

"How can my Nangong family make up the 150 billion yuan?"

Fan Zhiqiang said gloomyly: "Old man, at the last moment, you should stop pretending. If the Nangong family can't get it, will we ask for 150 billion here?"

Nangong Changfeng yelled: "If you want to spend such a large amount of money, the Nangong family may be fine, but you have to dig three feet until the house is completely empty. You clearly want to kill them all."

Xia Fan smiled lightly: "Anyway, there are only two choices. It doesn't make any difference which one you choose. The first one is to take out 150 billion directly; Hundreds of millions were searched out."

"It's just a little extra work for us."

"But for the Nangong family, it's really gone."

Nangong Changfeng nodded repeatedly and let out a long breath.

He sat down on the chair: "Okay, okay, you are cruel enough, I... I, Nangong Changfeng, admit defeat, but first I want to see my son come back to me, and, is my grandson really killed by you? Or...are you joking?"

He looked at Xia Fan, hoping that the god of death was just joking.

Xia Fan was expressionless: "I won't say anything, if you cooperate, I will not only return your son, but also your grandson's body."

Nangong Changfeng's face was even paler, and a bloody arrow shot out from his mouth.

Then, the whole body slid limply to the ground.

Several bodyguards around him nervously moved over: "Old man! Old man!!"

Help him up, but the old man has passed out.

The next morning.

The mansion of the Nangong family.

In an antique bedroom, Nangong Changfeng was lying on it weakly.

Beside him, sat Nangong Hongyan who was also depressed.

Look at that body swaying, almost slipping off the chair.

And next to it, there is a crystal coffin!