Compensation Conditions

"That was fast!" Xiang Xiaotong exclaimed.

"Nonsense, first come, first served. No money if you're late, so how could they not be fast?" Song He laughed.

The factory street below the Flying Car was still chaotic, but the direction of the chaos had completely changed, a hundred and eighty degrees reversed!

Just moments ago, a bunch of people were still hesitating whether to climb ladders into the factory or try to ram the factory gate.

Suddenly, the people closest to the factory wall turned around and looked at the organizers standing on the roofs of cars by the roadside, holding loudspeakers.

The dozen or so organizers who were shouting excitedly with their loudspeakers suddenly felt thousands of wolf-like eyes staring at sheep converging from all directions. Before they could even fully sense the murderous atmosphere, a crowd immediately rushed forward, dragged the loudspeaker-wielding leaders off the cars, and scrambled to take them towards the police station!

The scene fell into chaos again, but fortunately, the chaos did not expand, limited only to the small circle of people who could grab the leaders, pushing and shoving each other. At the same time, a large number of people began to retreat, and many even let out laughter.

In less than three minutes, there was almost no one around the factory. The speed at which the crowd dispersed was surprisingly fast!

Song He's tension, however, did not dissipate. He began making frequent calls, talking to the heads of each Teacher Bai factory to confirm the situation on site.

After finishing a round of calls, Song He breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, there were no serious stampedes!"

"You demanded the leaders be intact, that there should be no fighting over them, and it was all tied to money. Your arrangements were very thoughtful," Xiang Xiaotong smiled. "I didn't expect Teacher Bai's first day of sales to be so big. The overseas side is really anxious. Seeing us build Teacher Bai, they're practically dying of anxiety!"

"When Xiang Yu died, a group of small soldiers and officers fought over his corpse, not hesitating to hack and kill each other. Dozens of people died fighting for the body, chopping Xiang Yu into pieces. The reason they were so desperate was that anyone who got a piece of the corpse was immediately granted a noble title. If I hadn't said that fighting was prohibited and tied it to money, if I had set the bonus amount too high, people might have died on the scene today," Song He sighed. "Fortunately, everyone didn't let money get in the way. The small leaders directing near each factory were all caught, and there were no stampedes or group brawls."

"The next step is to trace the masterminds behind this," Xiang Xiaotong said.

"I think there's about a 50% chance," Song He picked up his Mobile Phone. "My Mobile Phone will ring within an hour. The masterminds will call me voluntarily to beg for mercy."

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

"This kind of thing can't be that clean. If you investigate, you can always find out. If I say now that whoever provides clues will get 100 million Virtual Currency, I estimate I'll know who was in charge within an hour," Song He laughed. "The only advantage of Virtual Currency is that it's useful for these shady and dirty matters. It's anonymous, neither party needs to know the other's identity, and it's easy to cash out with global transactions."

As soon as he finished speaking, his Mobile Phone rang.

"What did I tell you?" Song He chuckled, 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 means. Let's talk about the compensation terms directly. If the terms are sufficient, I can consider accepting the apology."

"Various parties participated in this matter, not just my Boss's faction. My Boss asked me to give you the list of all participants," Leng Xiangwen said.

"Okay, but just the list isn't enough, because all parties are giving me lists. You're already slow; I have several lists in my hand," Song He laughed. "I want genuine sincerity in the apology!"

"My Boss says he wants to talk to you. I'll give him the phone now."

"No," Song He refused.