Don’t Hit The Minivan…

"What? 500,000?!"

Wang Yong leaped up from his seat in disbelief.

"Hmph! Did you think it would still be the same as 20 years ago? In the past, if you gave me 50,000, I would even kill the target for you," Zhou Bin took another sip of red wine unhurriedly as he replied in a bland tone.

"But… this, isn’t it still too expensive?"

Wang Yong was unable to accept it. The old man had not passed the company to him yet! 500,000 yuan was pretty much half a year’s worth of his pocket money!

"If the price is not steep, how would I have any spare time for myself with all you rich kids vying for my services?"

Zhou Bin thought of those second generation nouveau riche kids who liked nothing better than to throw money around.

"Think about this. You want me to break someone’s arm. But do you know the risks that kind of stuff carries? The other guy would most likely call the police on me. Do you think that buying off the police these days is cheap?"

Zhou Bin stated matter-of-factly.