Hong Jinrui had also come to his senses by now. Even if he felt unwilling, the breath of death was right before him, and he dared not act foolishly anymore.
Thump, thump, thump...
He knelt on the ground, prostrating himself with all four limbs and continuously kowtowed to Ning Fan.
"Shuang'er, do you have money on you?"
Ning Fan didn't even look at Hong Jinrui, who was ceaselessly kowtowing, as he turned to speak to Shuang'er.
"Master, I do, I do, just the right amount—exactly a thousand!"
Shuang'er, of course, knew to cooperate and immediately took out ten bright red bills.
"Give them the money, and then sign the contract with them and handle the transfer," Ning Fan said indifferently.
"Yes! Master!"
Shuang'er immediately stepped forward and forced the thousand yuan into the pocket of Hong Dazhong's clothing, saying, "Mr. Hong, hurry up and draw up the contract, and sign it."
"I..." Hong Dazhong still wanted to say something.
Boom!