Chapter 0074 Money Transaction
I am not surprised that the counterfeit silver needle was recognized.
I stopped, sighed, and put away the embroidery needle.
"Haha, you think you can fool me with just this little trick? I'll let you taste the pain of having your heart cut out!" Dao Jinfeng had a sinister look on his face, and he gritted his teeth while chanting some spell.
I frowned and covered my chest as if I was in pain.
Dao Jinfeng smiled smugly while chanting some spell that no one else could understand.
"It's heartbreaking. This embroidery needle cost me fifty cents, but it didn't work at all. How can I not be heartbroken?" I sighed and shook my head, my face full of sarcasm.
Dao Jinfeng's smile froze all of a sudden and she stared at me in surprise.
"What happened? Where's my Heart Eater? You, what did you do?"
"Want to get your bug back? Sure, as long as you restore Young Master Han to normal, I will return the bug to you." I said with a faint smile.
Dao Jinfeng's expression was uncertain, and she stared at me intently, as if she wanted to see through me.
"Our patience is limited. You only have five minutes to consider it." I sat casually on the edge of the bed with a calm expression, but I was actually unsure inside.
We can't give this woman too much time to think, otherwise she'll probably see through our plan.
"Let me go, let me go! What do you want to do to Sister Feng? I tell you, if anything happens to Sister Feng, I will die!"
Han Junhao was really restless. Han Wenshan controlled him tightly and didn't let him get close to Dao Jinfeng.
Dao Jinfeng turned to look at Han Junhao, paused for two seconds, and suddenly smiled again.
"No matter what tricks you guys try, Han Junhao's life is in my hands. If you dare to do anything to me, the worst that can happen is that we will die together!"
"It doesn't matter if I die, but it's different for the young master of the Han family. Are you willing to watch him get bitten to death by the heart-eating bugs?"
Dao Jinfeng was fearless and spoke extremely viciously. Not to mention Han Wenshan, even the driver Lao Zhou couldn't stand it and angrily increased the strength of his hands.
Dao Jinfeng groaned in pain, turned around and glared at Lao Zhou viciously.
But Han Junhao seemed not to hear her words and continued to scream at Han Wenshan to let her go.
Han Wenshan slapped his son again, found the rope he had prepared in advance, tied him to the bed, and stuffed a handkerchief into his mouth.
The bedroom finally became quiet.
Han Wenshan put his hands behind his back, looked at Dao Jinfeng with disdain, and said disdainfully: "Don't dream! Can a lowly woman like you covet my Han family's assets? Even if he dies, I will not let a woman like you enter the house and insult the family lintel!"
"He's your own son, are you so cruel?" Dao Jinfeng didn't believe it.
"He's just a good-for-nothing prodigal son! He's not that important in my Han family!" Han had a cold expression.
Dao Jinfeng was stunned for a moment, then rolled her eyes, but still didn't fall for it: "Do you think I can't see it? If you really don't care about Han Junhao, would you deliberately set this trap?"
"You're right. He's my son after all. I won't just sit there and do nothing." A sneer appeared on Han Wenshan's face. "But there must be a limit to my control. You must not touch the bottom line of my Han family!"
We had agreed that he had to show indifference towards Han Junhao in front of Dao Jinfeng, but the look on his face when he said this was so fake that I couldn't tell it was fake.
Dao Jinfeng's eyes became unbelievable.
"Don't try to fool me. I don't believe that anyone would just watch their own son die."
"If you lose your son, you can have another one." Han Wenshan's expression became more and more cold.
Men in their sixties and seventies can reproduce, not to mention that Han Wenshan is not even fifty yet.
Dao Jinfeng was completely stunned.
I thought it was almost done, so I exchanged glances with Han Wenshan in a subtle and quick manner and said, "Did you hear that? Even if you threaten Young Master Han's life, it will be useless. You will only lose your life in vain."
This is a test to see if Dao Jinfeng has relaxed her mind.
Dao Jinfeng didn't say anything, but her restless eyes kept moving around.
"Everyone is so unhappy. Even if you marry into the Han family in the future, your life will not be easy. Why bother? If the stalemate continues, it will not benefit anyone!" I continued.
"Instead of fighting to the death , why don't we make a deal?"
"What deal?" Dao Jinfeng stared at me.
"You help Young Master Han get rid of the poison, and President Han will also give you some compensation. We can all pretend that we have never met before and be well. No one will suffer any loss. Isn't that a happy ending?"
I throw out temptation.
"I touched his son, will President Han let me go so easily?" Dao Jinfeng was not so easy to believe.
But it was obvious that her heart was shaken. A person who is greedy for wealth and fame is also afraid of death. She was just worried that if she let Han Junhao go, Han Wenshan would take revenge on her later.
I smiled and said, "You don't have to worry about this. After all, he is your own son. Unless it is absolutely necessary, who would watch their son die?"
"Why should I trust you?"
"Boss Han can assure you of this."
Han Wenshan nodded to Dao Jinfeng.
"Humph, who can't talk?" Dao Jinfeng snorted coldly, "I've seen a lot of people go back on their words! If I let Young Master Han go, won't you take revenge immediately?"
"Then how can you believe it?" I'm not afraid that she won't bargain, I'm afraid that she won't put forward conditions.
Dao Jinfeng frowned and thought for a long time before saying, "Give me the money first!"
"Okay, just tell me a number." Han Wenshan's brows twitched slightly.
"Ten million!" Dao Jinfeng opened his mouth wide, his eyes full of greed.
"No problem, but I don't have that much cash on hand. I can give you five million first." Han Wenshan said happily.
“Don’t give me that! You are the second master of the Han family, and you don’t even have 10 million? There is no room for negotiation. Either you give me 10 million, or we all die together!” Dao Jinfeng was unwilling to give in anymore.
Han Wenshan frowned: “I do need turnaround time.”
"You are not even willing to give this little money. Your son is the young master of the Han family after all. Is he not even worth this little money?" Dao Jinfeng lost his patience. "I think you are not sincere in the transaction. You are just trying to fool me!"
I was also a little confused. I had finally managed to convince Dao Jinfeng, but was stuck on the price.
Han Wenshan wouldn't consider money more important than his son's life, right?
Ten million is an astronomical figure for ordinary people, but it is just a drop in the bucket for his Han family. Is it necessary to bargain at such a critical juncture?
"I can only take out five million!" Han Wenshan was silent for a while, as if he was weighing the pros and cons, and finally said.
Not good!
My heart tightened.
"In that case, then you should just watch your son die first!" Dao Jinfeng looked vicious and shouted, quickly reciting a spell that no one else could understand.
"Ah!" Han Junhao, who was tied to the bed, let out a muffled groan and his body suddenly stretched straight.
