Pang Shifang's sports car had a high-end configuration, equipped with a smart system, a field of technology that Wen Changling excelled in.
Wen Changling remotely hacked into Pang Shifang's car and overheard a conversation.
"You leave tomorrow," Pang Shifang's voice sounded.
There was another person in the car, a man, "With just this amount of money, you expect me to go abroad and whistle in the wind."
"So how much do you want?"
"It can't be less than this amount."
Pang Shifang immediately snapped, "Do you think I'm an ATM? There's a limit to being greedy."
The man spoke in a rascally tone, with a hint of resignation, "Then I might as well not go."
This was extortion.
Pang Shifang fell silent for a moment, then, compromising, he said, "I can't come up with that much cash at the moment. Give me three days." He told the man, "Come back in three days to get the money."
The man whistled as he got out of the car.