Zhou Kailan was delighted. "Come! Let me toast you two again!"
Nan Ji said, "Wait!"
Everyone looked at the old man.
Nan Ji said, "Shouldn't I get a share of this too? He gets a hundred million, so shouldn't I get a hundred million too?"
Zhou Kailan's mouth twitched. "Senior, two hundred million for the two of you... that's not a small sum."
Nan Ji nodded. "Long Aotian, let's go."
"Wait!" Zhou Kailan forced out a smile. "Fine! Since Senior has said so, I, Zhou Kailan, will regard you both as close friends. Two hundred million—you each get a hundred million!"
Nan Ji said, "Pay first."
Long Aotian looked at Nan Ji. "Hey, hey, hey, isn't that a bit much?"
Nan Ji glared. "Who's in charge here, you or me?!"
Long Aotian hurriedly said, "Master, you... you're in charge."
Nan Ji said, "And you said it yourself: even if the surgery fails, you'll still pay two hundred million!"
Zhou Kailan thought, This old bastard is even craftier than the younger ones.
Long Aotian leaned closer to Nan Ji. "How could I possibly fail!?"
Nan Ji said, "Nothing in this world is absolute. What if you do? Didn't you say before that if you failed, you'd give them back a hundred million?"
"I was just being polite, showing confidence in my medical skills."
"So what's wrong with taking the money in advance?"
Long Aotian froze. "You're afraid they'll renege on the debt?"
Nan Ji said, "You can know a person's face but not their heart. Once his son is up and running again, who knows whether he'll hand over the money willingly."
"Hahahaha!" Zhou Kailan burst into laughter. "Good! Senior truly speaks his mind! Two hundred million—write the check immediately!"
Long Aotian felt a little embarrassed. "Then... excuse me."
"No problem!"