"Hahaha, overstepping the bounds? So what if I am? The Xiao Family of Jiangnan? Sounds intimidating.
But as far as I know, you're just a puppet patriarch of the Xiao Family.
You want to clear your friend, your old classmate, of false accusations, but will the real boss of the Xiao Family agree? I doubt it.
So stop pretending in front of me.
One billion, not a cent less."
Huang Jinming sneered.
"It seems, Boss Huang, that you're forcing me to play hardball?"
Xiao Chen's voice grew colder, "I have a video here, Boss Huang, take a look first, and then consider your words carefully."
As he spoke, Ziyi brought out a handheld projector and directly cast the image onto the wall.
At first, Huang Jinming didn't think much of it, but as he watched, his complexion changed.
"How could you have this video? This is impossible!"
Huang Jinming exclaimed in shock.
It was his dark history—exposure would not only mean prison for him, but also the end of his career in this line of business.