As Jiang Yehua looked at the cold smile on Wang Ye’s face, he felt a chill run down his spine.
“It’s simple. I’ll immediately announce a revision to this so-called ‘industry norm.’ The fine multiplier will increase from thirty times to… three thousand times!”
“You, come over here and calculate the exact amount for Boss Jiang!” Bai Zhan ordered, pointing to an accountant who had accompanied them.
The accountant quickly pulled out a laptop, fingers flying across the keyboard. In no time, he had the result. “According to the newly revised rules, with a fine multiplier of three thousand times, Fuxing Properties owes Huaxia Real Estate a total of 836,000,072.50 yuan.”
After the accountant finished, Bai Zhan waved him off and continued, “Considering our past acquaintance, I’ll round down the 72.50 yuan for you. As for the remaining 836 million yuan, how do you plan to pay, Boss Jiang?”
*Boom!*
Jiang Yehua felt as if a thunderbolt had struck him.
Eight hundred and thirty-six million! Even if he had two more Fuxing Properties, selling everything he owned wouldn’t cover this amount!
“Hahaha! Wang Ye, you keep preaching about cleaning up the industry, but in the end, aren’t you just using these despicable methods to crush your competitors? Do you believe I’ll call the reporters and expose you right now?” Jiang Yehua was now on the verge of hysteria.
Bai Zhan, however, remained unfazed by the threat. “I have the direct line to the editor-in-chief of *Huaxia Daily*, a state-owned newspaper. Would you like to borrow my phone?”
“You… you’re going too far!”
“How I conduct my business is none of your concern. All the bullying and exploitation you’ve inflicted on ordinary people with your unfair terms and underhanded tactics—I’ll make sure you pay for every bit of it!”
At this point, Jiang Yehua truly had no way out. He fell to his knees, kowtowing repeatedly to Bai Zhan. “Mr. Bai, Boss Wang… I don’t know how I’ve offended you, but please don’t destroy me completely. I beg you, spare me!”
Seeing Jiang Yehua’s pitiful display, Bai Zhan couldn’t help but shake his head. “Even if you want to kowtow and beg for mercy, you’ve got the wrong person. The one you’ve offended is over there, not me. Go apologize to Military Young Master Xu! Otherwise, face the consequences yourself!”
Bai Zhan glanced to the side, where a young man stood, his cold gaze fixed on Jiang Yehua. The young man’s expression was anything but friendly.
“Who is this? How could there be someone so young who commands such respect from Wang Ye and Bai Zhan, even being addressed as ‘Military Young Master’?” This was Jiang Yehua’s first thought upon seeing Xu Fei’s face.
Although the young man’s face was unfamiliar, the fact that Wang Ye and Bai Zhan were willing to go to such lengths for him meant this was no joke.
Realizing this, Jiang Yehua quickly crawled on his knees to Xu Fei, kowtowing once again. “Military Young Master, I… I truly don’t know how I’ve offended you, but I’ll kowtow to you first. Please, just treat me like a fart and let me go!”
The sound of Jiang Yehua’s forehead hitting the floor was like a drumbeat, and soon, his forehead was bleeding, leaving stains on the floor. It was clear he was genuinely terrified.
This wasn’t an empty threat. With Wang Ye’s influence in the real estate industry, making Jiang Yehua comply with the fine would be as easy as snapping his fingers.
