Compensation Terms

"Fast!" Xiang Xiaotong exclaimed.

"Obviously. First come, first served. If you're late, there's no money left. How could it not be fast?" Song He said with a laugh.

The factory streets beneath the Flying Car were still chaotic, but the direction of the chaos had completely changed—a full one-hundred-and-eighty-degree reversal!

Just moments ago, a crowd had been hesitating over whether to climb the ladders into the factories or try ramming the factory gates.

Suddenly, everyone closest to the factory walls turned around and looked toward the organizers standing on a vehicle by the roadside with megaphones.

A dozen-odd organizers who had been shouting into their megaphones with great enthusiasm suddenly felt hundreds or thousands of eyes from all directions, like wolves staring at sheep. Before they could even properly sense the murderous atmosphere, a crowd charged forward, dragged the leaders holding the megaphones off the vehicle, and surged toward the police station in a mad scramble!

The scene plunged into chaos once again. Fortunately, the chaos did not spread. It was limited to a small circle of people who could reach the leaders, shoving and pushing one another, while large numbers of people began retreating. Quite a few even burst out laughing.

In less than three minutes, there was practically no one left around the factories. The crowd dispersed with astonishing speed!

Yet Song He's tension did not fade. He began making calls frequently, speaking with the heads of each Teacher Bai factory to confirm the situation on-site.

After completing one round of calls, Song He breathed a sigh of relief. "Fortunately, there were no serious trampling incidents!"

"You required the leaders to be captured intact, forbade fighting over them, and even tied everything to the money. The arrangements were incredibly thorough." Xiang Xiaotong smiled. "I didn't expect Teacher Bai's first day of sales to cause such a huge stir. Overseas forces are truly panicking. Seeing us manufacture Teacher Bai, they're practically dying of anxiety!"

"After Xiang Yu died, a group of minor soldiers and officers fought over his corpse, hacking each other apart without regard for the consequences. Dozens died fighting over the body, and they chopped Xiang Yu into pieces. They fought so desperately because anyone who obtained even a section of the corpse would be made a marquis or prime minister. If I hadn't prohibited fighting and tied it to the money, or if I'd set the bonus too high, someone might have died at the scene today." Song He sighed. "Fortunately, nobody was willing to throw away their lives over the money. The minor leaders directing things near each factory were all captured, and there were no trampling or mass brawling incidents."

"The next step is to follow the trail and investigate who was behind it," Xiang Xiaotong said.

"I think there's about a fifty percent chance." Song He picked up his phone. "My phone will ring within the hour. The mastermind will call to beg for mercy."

"Will they really confess without being asked?" Xiang Xiaotong tilted her head.

"Things like this can't possibly be kept that clean. If we investigate, we'll always find something. If I announce now that I'll give one hundred million Virtual Currency to anyone who provides a lead, we'll probably know who gave the orders within an hour." Song He laughed. "The only advantage of Virtual Currency is that it's useful for this kind of shady, dirty business. It's anonymous, neither side has to know the other's identity, and it can be traded globally and cashed out easily."

As soon as he finished speaking, his phone rang.

"What did I tell you?" Song He said delightedly, showing Xiang Xiaotong the caller.

Leng Xiangwen

Xiang Xiaotong looked impressed and gave him a thumbs-up.

Song He answered the call. "I know what your boss wants. Just state your compensation terms. If the conditions are sufficient, I can consider accepting the apology."

"All sides took part in this incident. It wasn't limited to my boss's faction. My boss asked me to give you the names of everyone involved," Leng Xiangwen said.

"That's fine, but a list alone isn't enough. Everyone is giving me lists, and you're already acting too slowly. I have several lists in my hands already." Song He laughed. "I want genuine sincerity in your apology!"

"My boss says he wants to speak with you. I'll put him on the phone now."

"No." Song He refused.